NaPoWriMo 2012: one


At the National Mall I Remember

We had been the busiest of families,
walking from the Capital building
to each of the Smithsonian museums
and then up to The White House,
my memory of the day
all art and science and heat,
the humidity of that summer day
when I was eighteen
one year before I met you
nineteen years ago. 
And here I am, again
a different family entirely
you and me, middle aged
on the long strip of green
our son holding our hands
as we make our way back
to the museums of my memory
air and space and the national gallery,
sharing the familiar places
on a mild spring day.