In the rear view mirror,
rivers of cars streamed behind me,
sunlight glinting off windshields
and sparkling in the heat.
Bridges over waters,
familiar and unfamiliar,
their spires reaching higher, higher
into the hot blue skies
of cities we’d never seen,
never thought we’d have the chance to see.
The places we visited –
the birthplace and symbols
of liberty and justice
made us reflect on what that means
and then my sunglasses fell behind the rope
and the moment was lost
but the feeling of being on hallowed ground
Markets and neighborhoods filled with people,
people, people, so many people,
all with purpose, all with destinations.
Amish girls serving sandwiches to hungry customers,
holding true to some traditions
and letting others slide
in the name of progress.
Baked goods displayed like jewels,
cupcakes and cinnamon rolls and cookies and breads
compete for attention from passers-by, though we stopped to admire.
A monument to one of our most influential forefathers,
early to bed, early to rise,
and science to experience, for good and for bad.
Smiling girls, feeling grown up and special
in their first cab ride,
imagining their futures in cities, riding around in limos,
looking up at buildings and out at people and public art and individual apartments with their own personalities.
The highway on the drive to see cousins, skirting Manhattan but still offering the
city up like a vision, coming into focus slowly,
individual buildings revealing themselves in their own sweet time.
The drive home, long and quiet,
switching the radio between bad news
and good music,
with plenty of silence in between,
time and space to miss my friend,
miss my girls,
think about what I had seen and heard and experienced,
and imagine where we might go next.