Unlike the Moon

Unlike the moon
born of the collision
between space-time and matter
and instantly flung across
a dark dispassionate void,

I was a child
born of the collision
between a man and a woman
and instantly embraced
by the harsh light of delivery.

The moon and I
were both drawn in time
by forces cosmic and cultural
into orbits where we learned
to reflect another's light.

This went on, in my case,
for many years.

Unlike the moon,
I am ill content to remain
a mere reflection, so I stalk
the dark dispassionate void within,
searching for the source
of my light.