FOR ZEN BOB (and others)

FOR ZEN BOB
you came with your art open ready to smile with everyone
heart attack later-here you are with CPU saving you
who will save us if not you?Zen Bob-get well soon
we are too far from one distant moon
and rely upon stars like your eyes to guide us
through

FOR THE ARTIST WHO NO LONGER MAKES ART
you were an artist and a Gallery owner
You rarely sold out(even when you wanted to
You sheltered poets in your only space
and allowed poetry a place in your pantheon
Now you have moved to the country
work for a living,fix plumbing,complain loudly
Only you have the key-if you try
you can unlock yourself again
and find your friends with paintbrushes and goodwill
waiting for your new visions to spill

FOR CONTINUOUS ASSESSMENT
Many a night has fallen to the question-
will we proceed?Are we willing?
We remember nights with no one(this is better
and even if we fail,we have at least attempted Paradise
half way to Heaven is a fine voyage.
Falling is an art form(like every thing else...

YOUR LAST DROP OF WATER
may be Egyptian sweat/recycled over centuries
Drought hearts and parched earth cracks
All your prayers for rain do not change weather patterns
Floods follow earthquake Tsunamis
And you ask -are these our Last Days?
No-but this may be your last drop of clear water
before mudslide madness politics divides us again
and cuts all funding for a necessary dam