Ode to Inspiration Point, Aquia Landing
By Luke Phillips
Oh handmade strip of boulders jutting past Aquia’s sands
Into the broad Potomac, central vein of Yankee lands-
How many visions have you seen, amid the fading years?
How many lives, how many deaths, how many human tears?
Where Captain Smith beshored his boats, a-coming from the sea
Where Washington and Rochambeau once marched to make us free
Where Lincoln and his Generals traversed, pursuing Lee
Where bondsmen freed escaped along the path to Liberty?
In later years I’ve stood upon the rocks placed there by man,
Who gave your locale meaning through the dramas by their hand
I’ve whispered to the heavens and the waters of my plans
And heard them whisper back that, when those plans fall, they’ll still stand.
Glorious futures, born in my brain, perhaps borne on your strip
May fall upon your rocks and crack, just like so many ships
Or may come to fruition, or likely not- we’ll see-
But if they do they’ll be traced back to days of you and me
When I stood upon your jutted rocks and looked out to the sea.