Category Archives: Transit

Westward at 3

I walked through campus on the way to BART,avoiding strikers to absorb new greeninstead of chants. Once there, I stood apartfrom others, and rode backwards when the screenannounced an 18 minute wait. My heartat peace, my book in hand, and … Continue reading

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For Now

I had occasion, several days ago,to walk four thousand steps to meet a friend,enjoy a tasty lunch before the show,and talk about some travel we intendto make in seven months, although dependon it – experience may intervene.Bad health or politics … Continue reading

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Resulting

I tried for moderation while away.I slowed, digesting sight instead of treat.In storing fresh impressions every day,I moved with care my mouth and hands and feet.Refraining from opinion, to delaya rush to judgment that would fail to meetsuccess or help … Continue reading

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Old Benefits

Surrounded by degrees of discontent,amid affection spotted with disdain,I recognized and angled to presenta difference in perspective. To refrainfrom an attempt to teach, beseech, or train,I sought instead to read from my own page.With softness, I said “try to entertainsome … Continue reading

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Contemplation

Last night I took some sanctuary time.I sat receptive and congenial,and what I felt I cannot call sublime,but I experienced familiar pull.And tears from long ago then rinsed my eyes,enhanced my meditations, counseled me.What filled my thoughts presented a surprise,and … Continue reading

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Post-Awareness

I planned and penned this poem a week ago,intending it would post on my return.I packed to travel, but I couldn’t knowwhat oddities would quirk or when I’d learn.I’d hug familiar bodies, voice concernand love as well, but other moods … Continue reading

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Commuting Downers

What purpose does an escalator fillthat’s going down? It contradicts the name.Do planners short on brains and long on willmistake a walker’s needs, and think the samedegree of aid is needed in descentas in a laden rise through gravity?Was it … Continue reading

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Amateur Sociopathy

An edge of irritation’s lurking now.Perhaps I’ve been too patient recently.Six days away, among those I allowa lot of latitude, my energyinvested in attending carefullyto people passionate and needing morethan effort earns or luck bestows. I see500 miles ahead my … Continue reading

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En Route

En route to home, I wonder what I’ll find.Will bins have been retrieved and hose returned?Will he I hired have begun definedprocedures to restore what I have learnedneeds fixing or replacement, now consignedto expertise I lack? Sure I’m concerned,but nothing … Continue reading

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Saturday Yoga

In Portland on a Saturday, there’s timeto settle into longer yoga, forthere aren’t California kids to climbon me with energy and love galore.Away from home and every daily chore,around my oldest (for the day unwired),there’s leisure to enjoy positions more,and … Continue reading

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