for John S. Hall
It’s true I am concerned about You whom
Aristotle called the Unmoved Mover,
wondering how Your Neverending Zoom
meeting with the Universe goes over
on other planets, far stars, black holes
and asteroids. If You send them all wars,
pandemics, dictators, and other cruel
jokes growing only groans and tears. If cars
pollute their atmospheres. If chaos is Your
favorite art, or a seesaw balanced
with order. I’ve heard angry men liquored
up have challenged You in storms, then perchance,
disappeared. Do You deplore Your power?
Is that why you always bring us flowers?
Roger Armbrust
June 30, 2020
