Category Archives: Transit

Pit Stop

Posted on June 29, 2022 by sputterpub

I travel nervously. I’m best alone,and any quiet helps me get along.I leave with time to spare – I check my phonetoo often and I stress I’ve scheduled wrong.So I appreciate the hidden zonebetween two terminals, away from throng,where there’s … Continue reading →

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Buffer

Posted on June 28, 2022 by sputterpub

Morose comes close to capturing the toneI first encountered entering their place.Initially the mood, in loading zone,was almost joyful, and the greeting facewore happy looks from mouth to curving eyes.But when we left the car to eat our foodI sensed … Continue reading →

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Tuesday Travel

Posted on June 15, 2022 by sputterpub

I walked one way. It took me near an hour.And then I rode two buses to return.The walking gave reminder of my power,and from the bus rides I found things to learn.My body still has strength. My heart can laugh.I … Continue reading →

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Watching Birds

Posted on May 2, 2022 by sputterpub

Four mornings watching birds take food outsidesome windows that I visit now and then,have entertained and taught. Identifiedby plumage as they flit and light again,assorted by their size and where stripes narrow,I know a nuthatch from a finch or sparrow.

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Travel Pix

Posted on May 1, 2022 by sputterpub

Outside the bike shop, waiting in the car,digesting lunch I gladly paid to eat(while visiting, 500 miles faraway, where loved ones live and snacks are sweet),I gazed at scenes unlike the sights my streetaffords: a different cityscape than home.I ventured … Continue reading →

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Why I Ride

Posted on March 19, 2022 by sputterpub

The afternoon was long, and I was tiredfrom baby care and talk and little sleep.“I’ll drive you home,” she thanked as she inquiredhow best to help me get to well-earned rest.But I refused the ride, for I desiredthe privacy of … Continue reading →

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A Bon Voyage

Posted on March 5, 2022 by sputterpub

Apparently I chose two times to flywhen planes were full but airports had no crowd.I saw sufficient folks on whom to spy,but talk and background music weren’t loud.The weather had some moisture in the skybut didn’t block the views with … Continue reading →

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Might’s Well Write

Posted on March 4, 2022 by sputterpub

Away’s a break, and I’m with family.I’m visiting but we have little plannedoutside, and there’s not much to do or see,so when I’ve finished sundry tasks at hand,like dishes, salads, and I’ve energy,when talk is paused and time’s at my … Continue reading →

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Where We Went

Posted on January 4, 2022 by sputterpub

Like dominos cascading one by one,our socializing plans are toppled now.That party organized to be such funis cancelled, and our prudence won’t allowme on a plane until this surge has runits course, until it’s safe to mass somehow.We found a … Continue reading →

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Rough Commute

Posted on December 18, 2021 by sputterpub

I never intended to walk Market Stat 7 pm in December.They closed down two stations I needed, to meetthe train to cross the bay.I paced on to Franklin on confident feet,but then I began to rememberthe instinct evasive to beat … Continue reading →

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