last night, i kept losing the moon
one moment, there… just there
the next, gone
one moment, illuminated
the next, hidden by clouds
black clouds
that started by concealing it
and ended by stealing it
while the leaves of trees
turned in the wind
revealing shades
of light and shadow

there is a missing window
inside this room
the window looking out
upon the moon

there must be
i know it

and how did i hope
to see you, moon
when the window framing you
had vanished from sight?

and how do i hope
to keep you, moon
when the heavens fight over you
and win, always, both battle and war?