Anthony Bourdain, Rip

(Note: A truly sad day. Learnt that the soul of Anthony Bourdain has taken leave of this mortal earth. May his departed soul rest in peace with 'No Reservations' in a better place of light, love and joy. This poem is for you, Mr Bourdain. We will miss your food trips, travelogue and witty conversations.) ~~~~~~~~~~~ A touching feel of plain old truth, Notes of crisp quest in sure food zest; Taste how art heals with chef as proof, Hurl of pure crest for travel fest; One art that styles a human reach, Now gone away to distant shores; Yield cast of smiles in sanguine teach. Be as it may for brilliance more, Oblige food craves in abrupt times; Urge joy to spring in strange new lands, Rush out to brave and bridge odd chimes; Dance in full swing cultures not bland, Apt your foray for plain food fare, Imprint fond play of simple airs, Now we mourn day you left these cares. Leon Enriquez 08 June 2018 Hamlet Place, ACT