Ridge To Ridge

I can see pinpoint headlights
looking at me across the night
just as they crest the ridge
coming the other way

Sky and valley have merged
into a single dark blanket
drusy with stars
but no moon
as time and distance
flash through my headlights

The night rides along
a warm passenger
asks nothing but my company
we ride the waves of basin-and-range
trough to trough
ridge to ridge
the asphalt highway
hangs ten on ancient stone
while I fly along
with the window open
strain stars from the wind
flowing through my fingers

Edward Hanson