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 |