The Next Farthest

They say one door was for the moon at its farthest on a cycle of eighteen years.

I do not have what anyone said standing in it. If I give them a word for farthest it is mine.

The door is looking. The alignment is looking. Eighteen years is not a sentence. It is an appointment that still keeps itself.

They filled the ditch and put a village on it. The sky kept the same work. Nobody had to be there for the moon to arrive.

Once two chromosomes join and the genes mix you cannot go back. A human, an octopus, a coral still carry pieces of one road.

The soil still has the chemistry. The door is still a door under the ordinary houses. The next farthest moon does not need us to have a name for it.