Cartographer

I enjoy my repose,

Quill in hand,

Scribbling away

About an unknown land.

My past was lively,

A wonderful treat,

Now I rejoice

In having the world at your feet.

Any man like me will have a tale or two.

If you will listen, I can tell you some too.

I have been on top of the world and below the seas,

I have explored

Mountains and valleys,

Deserts and forests,

Islands and oceans,

Jungles and steppes,

Villages and megapolises…

I have witnessed

Nature’s wonder and dread,

Wilderness and civilization,

Monuments and ruins,

Humble abodes and megastructures,

The natural beauty and human ingenuity…

Our home, small we may make it,

Is a wonderfully big place

And it’s secrets

We are learning to embrace.

One day our world will be mapped completely,

And only one place will be left, really.

We will grow overly fond

Of the worlds above and beyond

As for the cartographer,

The hunger for knowledge is insatiable

And the thirst for adventure is unquenchable.