Category Archives: Transit

Ensconced

Posted on August 5, 2021 by sputterpub

Away from home but on familiar land,it’s good here now. I miss my bath and bed,or course – amenities at my command –but I’ve this week abundant love instead.These people understand my heart and heada little more than most, without … Continue reading →

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Push

Posted on July 25, 2021 by sputterpub

About to modify my week’s routine,about to leave my nest to board a plane,I hover like a hummingbird betweentwo blossoms that will fuel me as they drainmy introverted energy. The strainof leaving sanctuary is the priceI’ll pay for love and … Continue reading →

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Tickets

Posted on June 28, 2021 by sputterpub

I booked an airplane trip. In 40 daysI’ll fly to visit family I love.For 18 months we’ve only had displayson FaceTime, but I needed quite a shoveto pick the flight. We’re opening all waysright now. So in a month I’ll … Continue reading →

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It’s Flying Time Again

Posted on June 7, 2021 by sputterpub

The real estate is sold. The plague abates.It feels like time to take on other tasks.A visit’s overdue – my clan awaits –and though they’re still requiring the maskson planes, this week I’ll be selecting datesto fly, responding to beloved … Continue reading →

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In Praise of a Good Avocado

Posted on June 5, 2021 by sputterpub

By transit home today, I’m feeling irked.It’s taking too much time and drags a moodalready low, a spirit overworked,to heavy slog and whine. My attitudeis tentative. I’m hungry. I need foodfor mouth and mind and anything but grief.Arriving with an … Continue reading →

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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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