I walked to Rockridge BART the long way round,
and bought two bags of apricots en route.
I shopped for salad and I also found
some time for body lotion. Armed with fruit
and cream and greens, I caught a west-bound train
of new design — three doors to every car.
Relaxing on a plastic seat, my brain
acknowledged how replete these mornings are.

The bus and train today are quick and clean,
the salads fresh, the apricots well-dried,
transactions fast, nobody acting mean.
To walk is wonderful; it’s fun to ride.
Although we’re bred to notice what’s amiss,
I’m ticking benefits, amassing bliss.