You have fixed the four measures.
Now let them speak to one another.

Draw a line from height to height,
from the pale blue spire crowned in gold
to the stone that rises in remembrance
above the river’s old ground.

Let sky call to sky.

Then draw another
from the river’s yielding shore
to the low and patient witness
who first taught the road to count.

Let earth answer earth.

Where the heights speak across the sky
and the ground answers in kind,
find the place their paths converge.

Set your eyes upon that crossing.
For where the lines embrace,
the treasure rests.

X. Marks. The. Spot.