Sunday, June 12, 2016


                  For all we know, our opportunity
                  To live comes once, as if we were a spark
                  That may remain in others’ memory
                  Awhile, but soon is destined to go dark

                  Unless in our brief residence we make
                  Some artifact or deed that will endure
                  Or, God forbid, some horrible mistake—
                  Though, best of all, would be to grow mature:

                  To realize potentialities
                  That bring new benefits into the world
                  That otherwise are moldering latencies,
                  Lost opportunities, a flag unfurled.

                      What is it, then, that you can make or do
                      That shows what goal you’re destined to pursue?