DIVINING.

We need a geologist to adjudicate on the nature of stone
And bouldered soil
Because,
Left alone,
We’ll argue that the land’s made out of sand
Or glass
Or other such compacted evaporite,
And what matters
Is that
We get the composition right
In order to continue mining this wonderful vein of love,
That we’ve suddenly discovered,
Without caving in
The surrounding ground
And drowning in the sea water that
Will inevitably run into the excavated tunnels,
And the sum of it,
The ultimate amount,
Counts for everything
As yesterday there was little left
Of the previous seams
We’d dug,
And we were having difficulty
Tapping into
Any bed.