50 Year Old Shadows

It is said that approximately 70 CSX trains pass through Vincennes, IN daily on their way to who knows where. Today was my lucky day. I only got 'caught' by 2 of them. As I watched graffitied boxcars glide past my rain-slicked windshield, a discernable shadow passed over. A shadow, you say, on a rainy day? Perhaps it was more of a psychic shadow - a 50 year old shadow. The montage through the glass faded to black and white and the gang-related graffiti (did you know, according to The American Heritage Dictionary, that graffiti is actually listed as graffito with the following definition - a drawing or inscription made on a wall or
other surface, usually to be seen by the public) changed into Stars of David and Jude/Juden as charcoal smoke smudged the leaden sky and snowflakes replaced the raindrops smacking the glass. All was silent as the long gone Depot sign swayed from the current of the passing train. If I listened hard enough, I could hear the shadowy echo of its rusted hinges as it slowly swung back and forth. I found myself wondering of the stench of fear, hopelessness, and death that must permeate those cars . . . of suffering that, thank the goddess, I hope to never experience. Then, the train passed by and the shadows vanished, and I was back in a soup and sandwich, curl up with a good book kind of day.

And here it is, late afternoon. I sit at this computer near an open window. The rain is falling, a cool breeze is blowing, my kitty is snoring, curled up on her cushion, and the low rumble of thunder is in the distance. I marvel at the freedom I have to enjoy such a day. I'm happy that a new deep, covered fry pan full of home made stew sits on my stovetop and that a batch of whole grain biscuits will soon be stirred up and popped in to a hot oven. Laundry is done and put away; yet, those 50 year old shadows still linger.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

cher, your words are soft and beautiful.
thanks for sharing them,
gloria_etta :)

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Blogger coldteablues said...


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Blogger taliendo said...

Cher --

I have to say that I've repeatedly come back to go over this post time and again. Your description is so haunting and beautiful.

I am a appreciator of your great words. Thanks always for sharing them,

3:20 PM  
Blogger coldteablues said...

Dan - So glad that you've stopped by as well. Thanks for the kind words. I just write down what comes to mind. Feel free to come by anytime.


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