December 4, 2015

Lazy Sunday at the Aqueduct

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Every age thinks it is the pinnacle of modernity,
That their understanding of the world is superior to the last
It is this sense of achievement, a false sense of superiority
That is washed away by the images of the past.

The only thing that’s constant is that time passes on
That life continues to flourish and change
Like the flow of the Monocacy River that’s quiet and calm.
That so much can change yet stay the same is strange.

The old Chesapeake and Ohio Canal Company’s aqueduct is a sight
To see on a Sunday out when you wish to repose,
The same kind of quiet generations have found in their daily plight,
Seeking a few moments of rest from what kind of trouble no one knows.

A single man on the water rowing but looking relaxed.
If you were to go today you are likely to see something quite similar.
The time and the place look the same if the clothing style you subtract.
When another 50 years pass will this time even be remembered?

Looking at the design and elegance of the aqueduct it is difficult to care.
The place will continue even as people move on and grow,
Knowing in the future others will stop to think and stare
Calmed just like we as they marvel at a time increasingly forgotten, unknown.

It is the durability and tranquility that this view has come to imbue
In the hearts and minds of those who stop to take the time.
A frantic, panicked time brought into perspective and emotions subdue.
That is the legacy of history, that is its pulse, its reason and rime.

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