Just Another Memory

I shuttle along the road of

life, a little slower in the leg-stretching

thinking on busy times

when a bicycle was king of the road,

tires scraping a dusty collection

of loose stone

looking out for a moose

crossing in front of us --

quite normal for such a scene

back in our boyhood days of 1952

mom always wondering when

we’d be back for supper –

Lee, our leader, in front as usual

Harvey panting at the pace

and me desperate to catch up

food just a few miles away

in northern Quebec, city Rouyn by name.

Past scenes are memories today

a pause in time;

I remember shouts and sweat then

racing to some deadline --

my folks long gone and I’m sure

they made it all the way to a better place;

this journey of my own

not quite complete.