 8:00 and the people are coming. |
 out of the Metro |
 over Memorial Bridge |
 past the police |
 coming from Michigan and Chicago |
 Illinois with stroller |
 toward the Lincoln Memorial |
 wrapped |
 smiling from Georgia |
 from Maryland, Missouri, Montana |
 and California with camera |
 all smiles |
 proudly wearing a symbol |
 to the Lincoln Memorial |
 to the National Mall |
 at the Lincoln Memorial, he, too from Illinois |
 interviewing those from overseas |
 and those with something to be proud of |
 turning blue in the cold |
 by the frozen Reflecting Pool |
 ....from Oregon |
 Hawaii, North Carolina.... |
 facing the Washington Monument |
 ...one who shall not be named |
 ...from Washington State |
 ...a plea for peace |
 from Texas, Oklahoma and New Mexico |
 ...from Boston with Lincoln |
 From Bolivia |
 all ages gather |
 to smile, to be happy |
 to remember that 40 years ago this day was unthinkable |
 passion |
 joy in the nation's metamorphosis |
 from down under...... |
 and Delaware |
 and here in Washington |
 what a moment |
 to be together and know we will remember |
 whether we are white, black, any color |
 that this day will live in history |
 thousands of portapotties everywhere |
 gorgeous hats for the occasion (hello Carnevale) |
 patriotic splendor |
 the moment grows closer |
 focus sharpens |
 time wrestles temperature |
 and Teddy Kennedy appears |
 and the crowd thickens |
 surging toward the monument |
 cheering for the leader to appear |
 Coffee 10, Orange Juice 2 |
 we can't help smiling |
 it's been 8 long years, and it's over. We have to smile |
 and spread the word, even with those pushy TV guys |
 thickening crowds at Lincoln |
 30 minutes to go... |
 legions, Barack's legions, tough to move now |
 the crowds wait, the motorcade approaches |
 and patriots stand |
 and readers read |
 and sleepers sleep |
 and Pennsylvanians reappear |
 and snoozers, here all night, snooze |
 and sitters sit |
 hold on babe |
 the ground can be seen for a moment |
 only on the west side of the monument |
 ...and north of the monument, the house which is changing hands |
 flags fly, cameras click |
 and the little space left..... |
 fills up |
 from France and England |
 studying the jumbotron... |
 a glimpse of Barack! |
 and the moment freezes time |
 intensity grows |
 from Sweden |
 and DC |
 such rapt attention |
 as he prepares |
 as he prays |
 then Aretha sings with SUCH passion |
 the symbolic buildings at each of the mall |
 that moment. Taking the oath... |
 and cheer resounds.... |
 smiles |
 all round.... |
 My President! |
 the inaugural address begins |
 and rapt, wrapped listeners |
 and cheering, arms spread, children |
 quiet whispers, murmuring to friends |
 How the mind is provoked by this sobering speech |
 while a young body slumps |
 absurd headgear belies deep seriousness |
 and a pensive aside.... |
 while we take it all in |
 together as a national community |
 the history soaks deep into our minds, I am black like this man |
 we are serious with him |
 unless distracted by some intrusive photographer |
 And now the upbeat part, a great smile |
 a flag held as the voice resonates |
 and his words hang in the air |
 for those who understand to contemplate |
 How rapt the gathered are |
 yet so happy |
 as the monument and its crowds speak their presence |
 "It's over dad, I'm freezing" |
 A bold statement is made |
 and the frozen crowd stiffly begins to move |
 to get something hot |
 and to slouch up Virginia Avenue aged by the cold |
 but made young by the day |
 now you see the cold on their faces |
 they move away, toward home |
 the crowd spreads across the road |
 ...so worth the effort |
 as the Potomac River slides by..... |
 Washington settles in for a new beginning |