Citizen Barack Obama
As the Metrolink Eastbound
hissed to a stop at Belleville Station,
we carried our hopes
across the threshold.
Like a river gathering streams
for its seaward journey,
each stop brought more heartland souls
bound for the Gateway Arch.
The doors parted at Laclede’s Landing
and we poured onto the Arch grounds.
Car after bus after train came and
filled the greens to overflowing.
As noon approached, a human sea
stretched from the Arch
to the old courthouse steps
where the gavel had once fallen
on Dred Scott’s sacred liberty.
Then a slender Afro-American
stepped up to the mike
and 100,000 heartbeats were fused as one
by his calm and confident voice
By the shore of the Mississippi,
hope shined like the sun at its zenith
promising renaissance to all
who would be touched by its rays.
October 18, 2008