Stops
I was waiting
Under the roof of our bus stop,
A structure built of brick
And heavily painted many times
A weekday afternoon, after school
The PAT bus arrived and I got
On
The bus moved on the winding
Way that was Mount Royal Boulevard
Downhill through Etna
Onto the Ohio River road
Crossing the Allegheny on
The George Washington Bridge
Downtown in Pittsburgh
I left the bus through folding
Doors near
Mellon Center
Walked to the Alcoa Building then inside
To find my father in
His office on an upper floor
We had dinner somewhere in
The city
Then walked to the Stanley Theatre
For
A showing of Kubrick’s 2001
Seventy m-m on a screen
That was maybe silver
I was thirteen; it was my birthday
The movie plot was long
And deliberately enigmatic
I liked the
Sci-fi scenes
And then it was all over
All of it
There would never be another day like that
I suppose
Suburban adventures
Don’t happen
Like this anymore
Too far, too dangerous
Too much for one child to negotiate
But on that day
Nothing bad took place
And my year turned
Just the same
C L Couch
January 8, 2018 at 9:10 pm
Sad b/c your father is gone, but a wonderful memory to have of him and to cherish. You remember it so well it sounds very special and precious to you. I can relate, my friend w/ cancer is living on borrowed time despite everything she does, well her time, but for how long, and my Grandma at 88 has been in and out of hospital, has deteriated in her health so much since October. I’m learning to Cherish and hold onto memories too.