we go down to the river

we go down
to the river. along the banks
of the Potomac.
where the rocks are.
where we can see the bridge.
the ferris wheel
changing colors.
the boats are out there.
the sails
up in the silver sunlight.
we go down
to a bench along the shore,
we say little.
everything that needs to be
said,
has been said.
we wait. we breathe. we listen
to the children play.
it seemed easier
back then.
that young. that innocent.
it's different now
at this age, far from
the beginning,
closer to the end.