Someday
Someday, like now
I will open these eyes
and forget ever seeing before
as I soak the idenity of each thing
into myself
as deeply as I can drink of it.
On grass clouds I will walk
beneath fire skies
and trees that talk
into the churning malstrom
to feel my skin melt into the air
as I become free
becoming me.
gallagher
19 Feb 1972
Long Beach
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —