Category Archives: Transit

A Cause

It hurts to witness the emotions here –a character oppressed and overworked;a brain-reduced adult who’s never clear;three teens by games and carbohydrates jerked.I love them though I’d skirt this atmosphere,but visit often lest my cause be shirked:to nudge them up … Continue reading →

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Bailing

We’re cutting bait a day before we must.Our passion for that angle fades away.Uncertainty has swamped and soaked all trustthe rigging will be sound. So we’ll obeyour self-command until a later day.We’ll seek another course and latitude.A mutual reluctance now … Continue reading →

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A Wash of Love

I rode BART after sunset Wednesday night,my body tired and my brain adrift,and realized I was feeling quite all right.I gazed at others, and I sensed a liftof love for everyone within my sight.Sensation washed inside me like a gift,and … Continue reading →

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Fortnight

I should have been away but must delaya journey north, while loved ones’ viral loaddiminishes. Those five will be okay,but I’d be risking much in their abode,and company would likely discommodethe ill, as much as they are used to me.For … Continue reading →

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The Better Bureau

I ate a friendly early lunch, downtown,and then explored the campus boundaryto find the set-back entrance and lay downthe facts and circumstances curbing me.And after five-plus months of senselesslypursuing bureaucratic paths of grief,I found intelligence that practicallyprovided forms that seem … Continue reading →

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Owning the Outing

An atmospheric river, says the news.My mother, brother, buddies second that.If I were you I’d stay home, they enthuse,but I’m determined I will venture out.The bus and train are running – I can usethem and my feet to visit some … Continue reading →

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Happenstance

The doors stayed on the airplane. We were fine.The flight attendant kept on pouring wine.The pamphlet read B Max and 8 slash 9,but worry wasn’t any trend of mine.I didn’t get a sense of poor design.

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Arrowing and Narrowing

I arrow south at 40,000 feet,my path an arc between two rainy sites.A four day four night visit is complete,and busy dates ahead mean I’ll unpackmy things but not the love or each conceitcollected while away and stirred afresh.The variance … Continue reading →

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Relief

Succeeding our adventure in the freeze,commuting icy, waiting for a busin wind that nearly knocked us to our knees,and anxious after with the tire fuss(for no one could respond to succor us),we lost some sleep and didn’t venture far;we called … Continue reading →

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Returning Plan

The ice is still persistently around,but possibly diminished overnight.It’s milk-glass sheets of white upon the ground,and sparkles golden when the sunset lightilluminates tree branches, glitter-bright,inviting eye and camera lens. Some rainis forecasted to cause a melt. That mightafford a way … Continue reading →

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