Art

no wife
no kids;
it sometimes seems
as if life
is not worth
the living,
like I missed the boat
somewhere
but then
whenever I start to write
I think
this art is what
I have to love:
as fickle as it is
as un-glamorous in the
morning
as moody in the night
as meaningless as it
sometimes seems--
in all its flaws
and wrinkles
it still comes through
for me,
still there
whenever I reach
for it,
from the dark
or from the most desolate
shore.
 
—Wayne F Burke
wfburke2@yahoo.com