There Have Been Times

There have been times  
when some event or sight  
within my life so
breaks itself  
against my consciousness
to make me say
“Look! Here is something that will be
so firmly  lodged,
and will remain
when other memories are dim with age,
inside my brain forevering”.
And one of these that’s played itself of late
was just how you, blue-jeaned
and jacketed in brown,
a hint of coming Autumn  
then surrounding you,
skipped  sideways
down the concrete stairs
of the museum,  
where we had arranged
that I would come, two-wheeled,
to whisk you up
and speed away for our first date,
your hair a wonder
as it feathered out upon  
September air.
And I knew then,
in fact, I whispered to myself,
that perhaps my Kelly darkened days  
had changed at last
to something promising.