Some of us rise by spirit
and some by kindness
but most never rise at all.
I've seen them on the side streets
and the bus stops;
the empty faces that fill the census books
but not our hearts.
Who am I to look at them?
Standing outside, for just this heartbeat
mixed and matrixed with them,
my spirit momentarily paused alone.
A fool and his visions
just a breath from my own realities.
gallagher
14 jan 75
- on acid
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —