for George Leonard (1923-2010)
Let’s say it’s fifteen years I’ve left to live
And I retain my wits and energy,
What more have I, unthought, to do and give
To reach my full potentiality?
To realize the daimon at my core,
I must flesh out ingenious words and deeds
Discovering ways to let my spirit soar
Responsive to the world’s compelling needs.
What is it I have yet to manifest?
Who is it, with more work, I might become?
How might I comprehend in me what’s best,
And when death comes pay off my full debt’s sum?
Before the vital force in me is spilled,
My aim’s to be both emptied and fulfilled.