(en)Train(ment) Station or 3-11-11
In which I receive a sign from the Universe...
I watch the rain (aglow with radioactivity from Fukushima?) Mother Earth’s way of purifying herself—fall on Tinley Park like letters from the book of my dreams which I’ll never write, (but which has already been written in another dimension), huddled inside the train station as this morning’s commuters scurry with coffee, papers and umbrellas opened like vinyl Gerber daisies to get a jump on another day. On my iPod, I’m grooving to the soundtrack of “Lord, Love a Duck!”
(an obscure film liked by an equally obscure fan) the chorus to my life swimming around in a world of commuting and dreary office work, getting nowhere… Then I look over at a young guy-- head shaved clean (could he be a fresh marine?) who turns his back on me, wearing one of those t-shirts covered in royal designs, with the word VICTORY emblazoned across his back-- ah, there’s my sign from the universe! Victory, my name, will be mine, in some unknown future…
"I watch the rain (aglow
with radioactivity from
Fukushima?) Mother
Earth’s way of purifying
herself—fall on Tinley
Park like letters from
the book of my dreams
which I’ll never write,
(but which has already
been written in another
dimension), huddled
inside the train station
as this morning’s commuters
scurry with coffee, papers
and umbrellas opened like
vinyl Gerber daisies to get
a jump on another day."
I had to look up Gerber Daisy, a perfect description. Vinyl Gerber Daisies. I have definitely never heard of an umbrella compare to a gerber daisy. That was just cool. I love that the rain is falling like letters from the book of your dreams and you will never write it because it has already been written. And at the end you see your name and you claim yourself a victor. I am curious if you have shared why you chose that name, Victory Palace? I like your sun image as well (profile pic).
It’s a sign! ✨