I spent the afternoon unmoored;
driven before the pressured storms.
deadlines, complexity, frustration
my centeredness ebbed, …naked
So what, here, now, as the evening falls?
and Vollenweider’s music plays
and Gerda’s letter lies on my floor
and, perhaps, Lise will call.
So what, here and now…
Am I that manager, that programmer
am I those tasks undone
or Dick’s condescension incarnate?
I am the father of my children
the writer of poetry
the lover of some women
and a seeker of God in this world.
gallagher
23 apr 84
irvine
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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