“Flying at Night”
By Ted Kooser*
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.
Surreal photos by self-taught Finish photographer Mikko Lagerstedt.
Check out his on-line page by clicking here for more of his great, other-worldly stuff.
Photos by Mikko-Lagerstedt
And for all the fellow night owls of the world . . . good night.
* See more on the earthy Nebraska poet Ted Kooser here.
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