Archive for March, 1986

1986-03-01 Weather low or…

Saturday, March 1st, 1986

Weather low or…

Hemmingway come to the wall
Dark gray afternoon
tight stomach, poised
against an indefinite moment

Here, from everything that’s gone before,
the music plays, the wheels turn.

I should find what I seek here
with my small companion
and memories of the masters
and these hours that wait
for my response.

1 mar 86

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —


Sunday, March 2nd, 1986
               Joan comes and begins to give me such pleasure
               but I'm not sure what I see or how I feel.
               My attraction and affection for her are strong.
               She drifts in and out of my thoughts all day long
               but Lise has taken me apart so throughly
               that I cannot see Joan as my 'next' woman.
               I don't know what I would've seen or felt
               if I had met Joan before Lise.
               And, now that I'm here on the other side,
               nothing is familiar.
               She's young and intelligent and spiritual
               and I can see she's beginning to care for me.
               It's all new.  Every thought and passion,
               every dream and fear.
               I've traveled so far.  I can meet her here
               but I cannot tell her where we are.
                                    2 Mar 86

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —


Tuesday, March 4th, 1986
               Joan arrives and brings
               vulnerability, doubt and joy.
               I'm scared to death of her
               for the way she uncenters me.
               What is it she does to me?
               Like quicksilver she seeps so quickly
               into my secret heart.
               In mere days I've come to crave her smile
               and fear her loss.
               All my previous composure is gone
               in a week's time.
               Am I this vulnerable now, after Lise?
               Will I be swept away again and again?
               Is this something real or just a rebound?
               And everytime my fear gives me pause
               she comes and shares a secret space
               and I'm gone further
               into a place
               I know less and less.
                                    4 Mar 86

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —