Once I was proudly regarded
as the foremost geographer of You:
I surveyed the careful topography
as I mapped your features anew,
measured each promontory encountered,
and charted every defile.
Many times had I plumbed for your treasures
and glad had continued my earthy research.
And I knew I could move
my stretched willow out
to discover the sweet waters below.
But now that I live in exile from You,
now that your landscape has gone,
I find it was not your true geomancy I’d learned.
For though I’m sure that it was your well I discerned,
I never divined the source.