Slow Ride to Work

yesterday almost winter
suddenly summer
only 6 a.m. and warm
an hour into dawn
all sunny and green
driving to work slowly

not wanting to go?
savoring the solitude?
cool story on npr?
looking at trees and tulips in bloom?
just enjoying the coffee?
wishing something else?
something more?

no real answers for
these not real questions

just driving slow to work

Typing on an Airplane

I want to write a poem

No type a poem

Who the hell hand writes but me?

I was poised to type

Devoid of thought or idea

No poetic notion at all

When the seat in front of me

Tilted back making it harder yet

To type and see

But it jolted this...

Little lame thing
Out of me

Are You Wondering?

wondering
if this just might
be about you?
something you said?
something you didn't do?
something you
haven't even thought
about not doing
or stop doing
or even saying

maybe it is
or maybe it is
all between
my ears