Category Archives: Transit

How Dry is the Valley

Posted on May 31, 2021 by sputterpub

Our luck was easy traffic, gentle breeze,and soft blue heavens shot with cotton clouds.But when we passed the fields that held few trees,the parch of desiccation lay like shroudson thirsty dirt that isn’t worth a plowthis year, with drought and … Continue reading →

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On the Road

Posted on May 29, 2021 by sputterpub

We drove 6 hours and the big surprisewas blue and white and vast above the car.The sky and clouds were tonic for my eyes,delighting me before we traveled far.The journey soothed and made me realizehow long I’ve gone with neither … Continue reading →

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Road Trip

Posted on May 28, 2021 by sputterpub

Last year on March 13 we made the drive,enjoyed a weekend on our brother’s farm,returned to face a virus grown to thriveand lockdown to reduce pandemic harm,that launched a year and several weeks of strange:the battle mask; debates about hygiene.We … Continue reading →

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Back on the Bus

Posted on May 22, 2021 by sputterpub

The driver had to show me where to tagmy Clipper Card when I got on the bus.I hadn’t ridden since the ruinouspandemic made our every day a drag. My transit gear of old was in my bag,but habits fade – … Continue reading →

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Retraining

Posted on May 16, 2021 by sputterpub

I always liked to ride the bus and train –it gave me time in movement but alone,without the need to drive or to maintaina vehicle, the schedule foreknown.My solo transits were my private zone,where I could read and write and … Continue reading →

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Return to Transit

Posted on April 28, 2021 by sputterpub

I hope it’s like a muscle memory –the ease with which I ride a bus or train.I’m sure the skills will soon come back to me,although it’s been four hundred seven dayssince I had public transit liberty.My kids were Covid-cautious, … Continue reading →

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Threatless

Posted on July 11, 2020 by sputterpub

(A Pre-Covid Piece) Commuting yesterday, at nearly noon, I noticed I felt free and oddly fine. I focused on surroundings then, and soon observed that every vista seemed benign. Though weather’s weird, the air was warm and clear. Though politics … Continue reading →

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The Ugly Ride

Posted on October 28, 2019 by sputterpub

It’s true the bus is short and takes a route less popular than others near my place, and I was riding outside the commute hours, but noting every boarding face, it struck me how unhandsome and unfit my fellow passengers … Continue reading →

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Slowbility

Posted on October 22, 2019 by sputterpub

I think I get more patient as I age. I’ve gained perspective through the mounting years. But sometimes I’m consumed with inner rage at visible unfitness in my peers. I see the signs of metabolic waste, ungainly fat that pools … Continue reading →

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The Door Handle

Posted on August 22, 2019 by sputterpub

Invited to a lunch I couldn’t duck, I thought I’d make the transit nice for me. I’d stroll to BART and ride, and then I’d tuck another walk in the vicinity of San Francisco Bay. So I made use of … Continue reading →

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