We started off well enough, with baskets of pomegranates and feathers, and a wheel of artisanal cheese. The crowd sang us off after the priest said a prayer. Mars was in the seventh house and our cars were in the garage. No one told us about the boulders or the heat. They said we did not need a map, just our love and the ability to negotiate great heights. We were lost by sundown. Still waters were nowhere to be found, and we had left green pastures far behind by noon. We had pledged our troth, so we trudged on, in it for the long haul. Still, a rod or staff would have been nice.