Flying At Night Poem by Ted Kooser
Flying At Night
Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.
Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies
like a snowflake falling on water. Below us,
some farmer, feeling the chill of that distant death,
snaps on his yard light, drawing his sheds and barn
back into the little system of his care.
All night, the cities, like shimmering novas,
tug with bright streets at lonely lights like his.
somehow, your poems are all of the space. you are probably from space. love this Ted. out in space the world so small (referring to our mother earth)
A magnificent universe out there all tied together by light. I loved it.
Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies like a snowflake falling on water. Magnificent
Tiny cogs lost in the vast machinery of the universe, but inextricably united to it. Wonderful.
Thank you Ted Kooser. It was clear and I turned around looking beneath to find some farmer. I hope later, five years perhaps from today the true meaning of this would then coerce me. Aha.
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