Underneath lie ancient roads
Traveled long ago by those
Moving from one place to another,
One foot in front of the other.
Countless people,
Countless generations
Living from day-to-day,
Face to the sun,
Carrying burdens,
Relieved to sleep.
Underneath lie ancient paths
Taken by young and old alike,
The oblivious, the brilliant,
Moms and Dads, children, too.
Their faces I see dimly now,
Traveling to and fro,
The jovial, the unhappy,
Those with peace,
And those without.
All on their way to something.
Underneath lie now defunct roads:
Unable to meet the demands of time,
Incapable of century invincibility,
Long-forgotten opportunities.
Now, centuries later,
We dig around in search of something
Our Today has been unable to provide.
So, with trowel in hand, we disrupt
What has been left to us,
Looking for what Has Been.
Underneath.
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Inspired by the Twitter headline on 06-27-13: @Israel: "Section of an 1,800 year old Roman road exposed in Jerusalem"
