The following poem was written by Ann Rae Jonas, a close friend of Morris Arrari. She wrote it for him during the period when he was struggling with his illness.


You make no art, you say,
because you have nothing to say.

When eye and hand in tandem
sketched draped cloth, a slender arm,
it was statement enough.

You are an artist and swimmer.
Forty laps in the night pool
say only, I go from here to there
and return.

Think of drawing as laps
on paper, strokes that restore
if not cure you.

To read more poems by Ann, go to Morris Arrari.