It’s been eleven weeks since last I took the subway, dived into the underground, and shared a common space with other travelers. I have not been seated next to strangers and the memories of beggars asking me for coins are dimming in the brightness of May’s unforgiving sun.
I do not miss public transportation, instead, I walk or drive my car or bike. Often most with the starting point and endpoint coinciding at home, the place of work, the place for sleep, my restaurant, and cinema.
I’ve made sourdough bread, and I believe I will master the technique of baking long before I have ceased to check pandemic numbers. I wonder when I and the subway will reconcile.
hymn of blackbirds
sieved through newborn foilage —
this evening sunlight
Kim hosts Haibun Monday at dVerse with a visual prompt today. The image (and its title made me think of a subway map, and I reflected on how much life has changed, the subway still runs but we have been asked not to use it so hospital workers and others can get space. Stay at home is still very much in place for me and my wife.
May 25, 2020