three unwise men

the unwise
men appear. they have
gifts, having heard
the news from afar,
but
they're lost.
they can't find
the manger,
they're looking at the wrong
star
uncertain
about which way to go.
they were going to bring myrrh
but they heard
that others have already brought
myrrh.
what's myrrh, one says to the other.
they ask strangers
on the street and ask
if they know where
the child might be.
he's about this big they
say,
holding their hands
apart.
Joseph? Mary? heard of them?
they wander all night
in the cold air looking
up at the stars, lost,
but they're
hearts are true,
despite their sense
of direction.