Sick

Where

Do we go

Do I go

Anywhere

Can we meet

You and I 

What to wear

My own mask

Don’t touch 

Don’t breathe

Go away

Somewhere else

It’s sick

October 2019 . at 64

October is half gone and the rain is camping-out 

for a few days.  Low grey clouds, wet land and 

chilly wind. I am here until mid-November.

Still on my to-do list is: to put a new cover over the 

water pump outdoors, and have a new water heater 

installed. 

The last year has been painting and hauling and re-doing.

My body seems to be needing the same kind of attention. 

Some I don't think will happen any time soon. 

Now where did I put the number for the dentist?

July

The calendar year is more than half over.
Days slip into nights in the July of Oregon.
Working some on the house and the land.
Working through. Working at.
I don't know why I call it work.
It's just doing the thing of moving.
Finding my sense of humor when it
gets misplaced, as well as my eye glasses.
I look old, I sound old, I feel old...
but, I'm not. I never grew up.
In fact, I am still ten and a half.
But some adult in my mind, I don't know
where she comes from, keeps telling me
to do stupid things, like plant flowers in
the yard. It's tough to ignore, I tell ya.