And of course you didn't actually get to go to the moon to read your poem. Or not this year at least. It was bounced off the surface apparently, and will probably still be echoing in deepest space. As Clark herself says in her poem:
She probably won’t hear your words up there.
Maybe by this time next year, though, they'll send the winning poets up in a shuttle for a proper moonlit reading. (I can think of a few I wouldn't mind leaving up there.)