Time Tracks
I sat by the water illuminated by the morning light. Glancing across the ripples, a train was in sight. Engines with rail cars stood in wait, becoming timeless in thought. How the scene has cleared a vision, of many in another time and place. Tracks sturdy, reinforced of old, carried the stories of visions untold. For one hundred and fifty years, tracks set in a stationary form as time rolled over the timber. Looking back and seeing the fresh timber laid in a time close to 1858. Curious children approach, though not to close with eyes of wonder as a new form of transportation was unfolding. Workers hot and bare-chested, chanting and slamming the iron with each tie becoming secure. New railway workers coming far from home, continuing to connect what already is with what will be and their thoughts would blur. As the sound of iron echoes through the summer sky, each creates a vision of time when their work will take them to a land, where only the ocean is in sight when the last tie is...