had it not been for others
still strong in their sense of purpose
still vivid in their renderings
their creativity total
their aspiration for the work itself
unstinting and necessary as air to breathe--
I'd have gone on with my mute achievements
behind me and part of the fabric
of our earthly living and me tired
the work itself done with no hope of reward
except that the thing itself IS done and what it is
(I'd be the last person to know what I'm about or
what these works are--they are for whoever will
receive them and I only for whatever I am
beyond my own knowing)
but eventually it all winds down to this--
the time alive in this skin dwindling
and all this skin has experienced forming
my full content--and my end the dispersal
of this life among the young just beginning
or reaching the fullness of their meaning--
as I fade yet I glow brighter--their reflected
fire lighting in me the source each of us shares--
and that daily distress is smoothed away
by the closing of my way
even as somehow I go along with them
on theirs--
Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito
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