Late, by myself
By Jalaluddin Rumi
Translated by Coleman Barks
Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,
no light and no land anywhere,
cloudcover thick. I try to stay
just above the surface,
yet I'm already under
and living with the ocean.
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We
had another gorgeous day on Wednesday, though the temperature dropped
in the evening and is plummeting now -- over 30 degrees in just a few
hours. I did work in the morning, then went out to lunch with my
neighbor Cybel, Adam's friend Daniel's mother, as well as her mother who
heard that there might be sushi, though it turns out that during the
mall renovations, the sushi place is closed! That was okay with me,
since the Indian place has reopened, and afterward we had froyo with
lots of toppings.
I went for a walk while it was still over 65
degrees in the afternoon, though it started to drizzle around 5 and
really poured a couple of hours later. Ann
led me to "Sherlock Reviews Musicals He Was Forced To Attend
With His Parents", which not only made me howl but put me in
the mood to listen to Mack & Mabel. After dinner
we watched DS9, then The Americans, which remains the
best super-stressful show on TV. Here are some more of our
neighborhood's emerging flowers and bunnies:
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