Category Archives: Transit

Post-Covid Travel

Posted on October 22, 2024 by sputterpub

The last five years, I haven’t traveled far.I’ve never ventured out with easiness,and as I age considerations areincreasing. I have ways to calm the stress,but doubt I can extinguish it in full.No matter how I do, I can’t correctthe urge … Continue reading →

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I’ll Take a Break

Posted on October 2, 2024 by sputterpub

I’ll take a break from posting poetry.Although undoubtedly I’ll see and makea note that may have footing metrically,I’ll take a break. I’ll lock my door to open to a wakebehind a boat amid new scenery,recording with my hands and eyes … Continue reading →

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Bon Voyage

Posted on September 15, 2024 by sputterpub

Three weeks from now I’ll be away from here,near midway through a tantalizing trip.I used to travel thus most every year,the chosen mode quite often via ship.But Covid intervened with crowding fear,with age and caution acting like a whipthat drove … Continue reading →

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Bookless

Posted on September 7, 2024 by sputterpub

My Kindle’s fully charged, but not with me.Now I must bus and train and bus without.I have a phone app but it’s hard to see.I feel too well to voice complaints aboutthis lack. It gives me opportunityto veer from habit, … Continue reading →

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View from a Bus Stop

Posted on August 23, 2024 by sputterpub

Too bad the bus is 16 minutes out,but walking doesn’t seem advised to do –this pain at base of spine is not a shout,but whispers so persistently I’m throughwith further ambulation. And it’s truethis bench is nice and so’s the … Continue reading →

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Sunday

Posted on August 11, 2024 by sputterpub

There’s probably a puzzle we can solve,a pose to stretch the muscles we’ll soon use.I think I’m game for what does not involveattention to the headlines in the news.Avoiding politics and sports, I chooseto kiss the carpet and inhale some … Continue reading →

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Fourcast

Posted on August 10, 2024 by sputterpub

The image on the forecast is a cloud,but I see streaks of blue at 7:10,and I hear moods emerging from the shroudof tumbled sheets and fitful dreams again.The best here battle grumpiness – young mentoo short on friends, a woman … Continue reading →

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Local Love

Posted on July 29, 2024 by sputterpub

With gratitude I look around todayat nothing local loud, abrupt or rude.There’s no event or torment here, I saywith gratitude. Asked if I’m looking forward and imbuedwith eagerness for family and play,in truth that doesn’t really fit my mood. But … Continue reading →

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Early

Posted on June 21, 2024 by sputterpub

Departing early is what I prefer,affording time for glitches and delays.I never know when blockage will occur –incorporating breathing room defraysemergency and urgency, repelsanxiety from leeching peace of mind.I won’t be hosting nervousness or spellsof angst if I depart when … Continue reading →

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Looking Ahead

Posted on June 13, 2024 by sputterpub

Composing lines 8 days before I fly,I wonder if the future will conformto present expectation. Likely Iwill feel okay (the weather not too warmat either end). United’s bound to tryto be on-time (of late their schedule normis picked to let … Continue reading →

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