Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.
Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies
like a snowflake falling on water.
Nebraska is Ted Kooser’s home and his poems take me back to the plains where I grew up—dark skies and the never-ending horizon. He was the U.S. Poet Laureate from 2004-2006 and these days edits the column American Life in Poetry.
Here is the link to the full text of his poem Flying at Night.