On the train into work today, I watched as a guy read Dracula by Bram Stoker on his Kindle directly across from a poster for The Vampire Diaries. Interesting contrasts of technologies and story lines.
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Making my way home
Water squishes from my socks
with each step I take through the station,
my pants restrict my movements,
clinging to my shins and thighs,
I trudge down the stairs and onto
the street; I walk through the rain
as though seeking a
wet Oxford shirt contest.
A white flash illuminates the sky,
glowing blue off the top of the subway car;
the sky rasps out
a deep, low rumble.
The storm exhausts its fury
while I make my way home
where I realize
how blessed I am.
19 August 2011
Shire on the Hudson
Filed under Poem
Self-reliance
They boarded the train at 103rd,
two friends,
who found a spot
in the nearly empty car
to sit together,
talking,
joking.
After a few moments,
one pulled out a book and
began to read –
carefully,
slowly,
clearly,
reading to the other
reading for the other
every word of
Self-Reliance.
31 July 2011
Shire on the Hudson
Filed under Poem
Baseball in Grand Central
Dark hair curls appear from underneath the Yankees cap
pulled tightly down on his head.
He stares at a point beyond the escalator as
his left hand cradles his gloved right hand.
Tensed, ready,
he sees not the crowd but
watches and waits.
For a long fly ball?
A long departed ghost?
A long lost love?
27 July 2011
Shire on the Hudson
Tomato
Tomato,
though juice or soup or exactly what type,
I could not tell,
must have caused the large red stain
on the back of his shirt.
How it got there, I cannot guess.
Nor do I choose to imagined
what might have caused
the crusted stains
that covered
the sweat pants
sagging below his waist,
revealing his buttocks.
I avert my gaze
and plod on.
Slowly as I walk,
he shuffles even more slowly up the ramp toward forty-deuce.
But as I pass him,
it’s like a neon light appears –
words flashing over and over:
some mother’s child
some mother’s child
some mother’s child.
At the station door, I turn,
face him,
smile.
Making eye contact for a moment,
he nods.
Observed in Grand Central Station
May 2011
Written
11 May 2011
Swiss International Air Lines 022
Filed under Poem
Presbyterian Ministry at the United Nations, Day 1
Accomplishments for the day:
(1) Made it to office via subway
(2) Obtained United Nations pass (with much assistance from Ricky)
Other work for day:
(1) Collected names for program review
(2) Participated in visit of delegation from Sudan – really an observer of sorts – pray for peace
(3) Began to envision Web update
(4) Began to read wonderful notes left by Jessica
(5) Worked on getting a new computer
(6) Continued wardrobe upgrade
Spectacular thunderstorm this evening – marveling at it and worrying about those who are in it.
Listened to Monday Night Football on Field Pass.
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