Rabbits and Horses

Time for the Trail

…and the bronze rabbit asked the iron horse, “Do you remember what you are?” No said the rusted monument, “That for which I was made is now long aged and the words no longer spoken nor the knowledge to understand my markings read…”

…and the iron horse asked the bronze rabbit “Do you know your purpose?” To which the bronze rabbit responded, “All I know is I am of the family Long Ears. If I am one of their kind or in remembrance of them all I do not know”. The passage of time claims so many things.

One by one monuments have passed from our memories. Old works more appreciated for art than purpose…because who was there now to know? The bronze rabbit and the iron horse so near to one and other…and of different eras…one knowing something of itself but for the other all of its kind no longer of this plain. Time claims its representations piece by piece.

On all of our many roads we pass by – that which once was known and – that which all purpose is known. A bit of time perhaps…to walk our trails with shorter footsteps…to develop an acute sense of place…to savor time with a forgotten creation…standing before the only representation of their kind. Who were these identities? What was their spoken word? But it was still to be that as time passed the bronze rabbit no longer remembered its family Long Ears and the Iron Horse’s rust fragmented into the ground.

Who will be our champions to remember us? Methinks it is time for the trail…to find my own rabbits and horses.