Sunday, December 14, 2014

Washington: Crossing the Potomac

The train pops from underground
                                 like an opening eye
and we are on the long, low bridge

                                 everything is open:
the early winter day
                                 the wide, flat water
greying, stilled
                                 the breath-held blue of the sky

                                 my smile

                                 I know I have my history
and home confused

and I haven't really conquered anything
                                 but I feel a touch heroic