“Buildings are forever, but Broadway plays are not,”
I said to myself as I went down from the souvenir shops
of the Building’s fourth floor to catch Cabaret.
The Windows on the World would still be there
the next time I come. I might even have the Tower
key chain memento next time around. My neck hurt
looking up at the spot of the famed restaurant.
As my heels pounded on the cobbled steps,
sights and sounds blurred in my rush to see
Brooke Shields play Sally Bowles.
The world stopped inside the theater.
The air was cool and the Nazis were on the rise
in an ordinary New York Day savored
by another tourist in town. The curtain fell
and so did night, I then had to be at Grand Central
to board the train that would bring me home
to a rented hotel room. Quick as a wink,
the visit was done. The receding skyline
beckoned “another time” that unknown to me
would never come.
The road not taken
sets the course life takes
choice cancels what-ifs.
This is my memory of my NY trip in 2001. I thought I could go back to visit the World Trade Center, but less than two weeks after my return to the Philippines, 9-11 happened.
P.S. In my rush to finish and post on time, I forgot to mention that this piece was prompted by DVERSE’ Poetics Prompt – Travel Poetry. 🙂