The moon is the headlight of a passing car,
the stars a blue-grey highway. We stir
awake and stare the way birds or satellites
might, down on a glittering unknowable
expanse brighter than water, than anything
we’ve ever seen before. The only
two people on earth, under or above
an endless cosmic road
with everything else before us in its turn.

Nolan Meditz currently lives with his wife in Weatherford, OK, where he teaches writing at Southwestern Oklahoma State University. His poems have appeared in Thimble Literary Magazine, Red Earth Review, Plainsongs, and elsewhere. He is the current co-editor of Westview and the poetry editor of The Mythic Circle.