We are not actually looking
for the Milky Way.
We know where it is.
Right there, in the south eastern sky.
A band of stars knows where it is--
they gather as an arc to give it framing.
A few shooting stars point in the right direction
offering us clues we really don’t need.
Opening the truck door
that has sheltered us from the frigid mountain wind
we step out, stare at the darkened sky.
No hint of the galaxy before us,
only an obfuscating cloud.
Galileo saw it and the Greeks knew it was there.
On a majestic night like this,
maybe we are looking too hard for the Milky Way.