We are lifted up
high above the noise and tension,
the shows and construction sites,
but the view below is not quite as good
as the look of wonder across her face
as she drinks in
the sight of the city
laid out before her like
a child's city of Legos,
face so intoxicated with her dream
it begs to be captured in a photograph
begs me to wrap my arms around her
and soak up some of the joy
for myself.

When it's nearly over
she sighs
as we descend toward the river,
her mother, and our luggage,
and our last day here,
so I capture this last moment,
knowing the next time I see it,
it will be a mere reflection in her eyes
as she talks
of going back.