March 10th, 2006

train

"Boulevard Of Broken Dreams" is such an *up* song.

Since that first day, it's been weekly/monthly passes rerouted to where the old turnstiles were where they have one opening and a couple guys to see the letter/number on your pass. This morning, though, they had new "turnstiles" there. The little display screen tells me mine is "valid until 3/31/06."

Also since that day, it's been OlderSmoothieGuy when I'm coming home but no SmoothiePerson in the morning, but this morning there was FemaleSmoothiePerson. Are they expanding back into two shifts/day?

(gorgeous weather temperaturewise I think we can all agree)

http://www.weather.com/weather/local/02163

Right Now for
Boston, MA (02163)

Cloudy
52°F
Feels Like
52°F
Updated Mar 10 08:45 a.m. ET

UV Index: 1 Low
Wind: From S at 17 mph
gusting to 23 mph
Humidity: 88%
Pressure: 29.70 in.
Dew Point: 48°F
Visibility: 6.0 miles
rain

[Lent: day 10/40]

One Rain
by Julie Lamberson

Tonight I walked dark in the rain.  I was a bit frightened at first,
but I changed my mind and left my shoes behind
        because the sound of them
interrupted the night.  I left my eyes too,
        since there was nothing to
see except shades of black—parallel tree black and
        the long black road
and the indescribable night black sky
        which might have been blue.
Without my eyes, I had old talents.  I could smell
        the moon behind the
clouds.  I could touch the cold autumn and count the raindrops.
        I could
hear my feet sing on the road smeared wet
        as I walked on reflections.
My thoughts danced a strange dance without my sight,
        so the rain opened
its dark eyes wide for me.  I could have wept,
        but everything was right,
so I picked up my shoes.  When I found home,
        my feet smarted from the
times beforehand when I had not walked dark in the rain.
in the March/April 2001 Cicada, p.122




Thinking about where I could look for Lenten poems, I remembered that one of my WP documents is poems.  That's where I found this one.  Today was arguably the first "spring" day.  (It actually barely rained, but spring makes me think rain, and there was a rain feel to much of the day.)  This poem is also in keeping with themes of awareness and openness; and the images of darkness feel appropriate for the Lenten desert days.

Sidenote: I find it interesting that one of my favorite Lenten poems thus far has been one of the ones that has gotten no comments.