1976-12-26


      Sat for hours with the sun pouring through the window
      and turned my cards...
      For hours...
      with the sun pouring
      on me through the window.

      And as the sun moved,
      I probed the mess with my fingers and mind.

      Its clear I can't win
      if winning implies arriving somewhere.
      I've never played a game
      I couldn't find the point to before.
      I can lay the cards however I want;
      by default or intention,
      and if I play nothing,
      the game goes on anyway
      minus my input
      but not my tally.

      Rose cares less for my confusion here
      than for my driving blindness.
      She feels time and her dreams slipping away
      more and more - as I watch and wait.

      And I, with no place to go,
      am ever more pressed to begin.

      The afternoon condensed to nothing
      and my fast faltered
      on its way to becoming a clear start
      in the unforgiving light of it's isolation
      as if it were so simple.

      No differently, I wait
      wistfully, for Rose and Danny
      to share their company with me
      to keep me from their absence.

                        gallagher
                        26 Dec 76

                        - stayed home alone all day to think

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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