There will be a moment when
all the mountains you have ascended
that tried to bring you down under torrent and hail
will be over your shoulder
There will be an instant when all you have learned,
all you have fought for,
all your mistakes, your pains, your cold,
your love, your light,
all of it,
melt together
and you know, finally; you have arrived.
In this
a new fear will arise
telling you
you don’t have
enough time
to complete your painting,
your sculpture,
your chapters of verse,
your photographs,
collages
and
mosaics
All you want
in this newly arrived
way of Being
is to
have the time
to
witness it all to creation’s end
To catch
The impossible weight of sand
at the bottom of the hourglass
with plenty of time to
watch the paint dry.
Poem on the curious things that happen to an artist after surviving death.
