our sky too

they go out
to gaze
at the stars
taking
with them
a map.
nothing seems
to change
out there,
they say
to one another
as they lie
on a hill
away from city
lights, it's
the same sky
that galileo
saw, she says,
the same sky
of shakespeare
and van
gogh. our
father's
and mother's
sky. and now
he says, taking
her hand, it's
our sky too.