New Moon

They've found a new moon 
     the size of a car, which
for the last three years
     has been orbiting the Earth.
It could be a piece of our
     moon, shorn off by some kind
of impact; more likely, it's
     an asteroid randomly traveling
through space, that got
     ensnared by Earth's gravity
and in that moment became
     a moon. What does it mean 
anyway, to be in relation
     to another? A mother gives
birth to her young then licks
     the vernix off them. She may
eat the afterbirth as well,
     if that means protecting them
from predators drawn by the smell
     of blood. Did this newly
discovered satellite winding  
     disheveled loops that look 
like yarn choose to attach itself
     within our orbit, the way 
we speak today of chosen 
     rather than birth family? 
Sometimes it feels like we are all
     just bodies drifting in space,
the rise and fall of our breath 
     silent as the words we 
long so much to say but can't
     for fear the damages we've
inflicted on each other have made
     a ruin of the universe. 
How will this new moon stay
     on this wobbly track, how 
long before it slides off course,
     blinking in faint goodbye?