I spent the afternoon unmoored;— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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
Archive for the ‘Lise’ Category
1984-04-23
Monday, April 23rd, 19841984-04-25 Lise
Wednesday, April 25th, 1984Lise— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
Come burn me down
amid music and pillows
dusky eyes and dim light
smiles burning engraved
words like chance strangers
wandering between wider forms
of that feeling current
the silence communion dances
Lise comes from a time of grinding changes
that bay at her doors these days
they hem her and bind her, mocking her dreams
with endless vistas of worst to come
But here where we can own our hours
I find her beyond those definitions
strong with the wisdom born of struggle
and blessed with a spirit that will survive
she still knows how to play.
gallagher
25 apr 84
irvine
1984-05-20 Lise II
Sunday, May 20th, 1984Lise II— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
I long for visions and connectedness
stare at people as if to see their souls
wait on the silences within me
to reveal some spiritual guidance
and find…
Lise on my phone in the afternoon.
I’ve been waiting for more
when I should’ve been
giving what I have away.
That I can speak to her need is a treasure
that I can feel her spirit there inside of her
shows my learning is here…
That I can share the joy I long for
sing the words I want to hear
offer the compassion I love
this can be my only gift
Believe my friend, believe…
for you make me believe.
gallagher
20 may 84
Irvine
