While Chasing Down the Moon

using the words:empty, conscious, noisy in a poem

Back-road moon watch
shared with meandering doe.
For the moment, the road was empty of cars
and the quiet was a tangible thing.
Silvery beams
coated us, the field
broken only by the glitter
of early lightning bugs.
Truly, I was conscious
that the universe came
clear down to the ground.
It was a moment.
A moment shattered
by the noisy mosquitoes
who had found us in the night.