Drilling down, down, down
Breaking through crust and mantle
Mud and debris whirl and splatter the air —
And still the drill
Spins deeper, deeper.
We have maps and instructions
from geologists of centuries
But it is the pull and the pulse of the treasure below —
Finer than water, or gold, or oil —
That draws us down
Through rock and sand and muck —
Our treasure trusts us to keep drilling.