No longer telling of the desolate pleasure tales of loose living;
That that never lasted I think we can all relate.
Besides, as of late,
A more pleasurable, genuine happiness,
A joy rattled and racked soul,
Was found and traced back, traced further and even farther back
To the far flung days of firm, engineered foundations.
Form from the generic sciences of the
Complementarity between dissimilar materials,
Paradoxical perhaps but permeated to the core by the
Permanency of steel beams, machine pile driven, to solid bedrock;
Strange bed fellows but the resulting procreation:
One hundred proud floors blasting absolutely skyward
With a design life of at least one hundred years.
“Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth” (Job 38:4)
-Gary Edward Geraci