Am I Dead?

I'm talking to myself
and there's no one there
did our connection fail
or am I dead surely not

Outage

one can still write without electricity
Dickens did fine by candle in the long
cold wet foggy English night like this
howling in the unfamiliar black stars'
glimmer seen again without town light

how anyone stay awake doing nothing
hard to read no recourse to entertaining
screens unwarmed by virtual contacts
here in time but far away in space
huddling together till morning comes

Warming Up

partly cloudy is also partly sunny
which makes everything different
warming up I wore a T-shirt the
clouds went away entirely and
everyone in Oregon was happy

Rolling Down

crows playing
sliding and rolling down
snow-deep windshields
again and again
rolling over on the snowy hood
made her laugh
we can still have fun

No One Knows

anything you say may be true
but only some of it is and no one
knows how it will turn out what
the future thinks may be wrong
too we are not self-correcting
but continue to stupidly blunder
repeating our obvious mistakes

One Line

what takes as long to say as do
sometimes hours pass thought-free
or quick as one line and it's done

warm weather promises old ease
as if we all could be young again
knowing nothing of what's to be

Stroke

after her children go
I won't be free for
any of my out-of-house activities
maybe not even out to my studio
unless I make an arrangement

I am open to change
ready for what comes
and will adapt as needed
glad to be needed
glad to be of use and true to love