How quickly it changes; King to criminal, secure to agonized.
And isn’t it always at the nodes, crosscurrents, upwellings,
that our choices are given?
God lovingly laughs at us when we feel secure
and mocks us gently as he weaves events to take our certainty down.
The golden ring passes so close, you smile…
and then, like a advertisement for humility, it changes.
Stomach gripping sinking feeling – run over again by life.
Rose calls and says she can go to Houston…
Why she tells me, what she wants, she can’t explain.
Maybe she called just to let me know I could be in for a jolt,
maybe she called to see if I really care….
Midway to reconciliation… torn by love and freedom,
I’ve hung poised and optimistic, knowing, this time,
it could turn out all right.
Its out of my hands… Houston’s distance will leave us unrepaired.
Houston’s miles of letters could kill our long affair.
Waiting is…. painful, powerless … integrity testing …
a brush with the end of love.
gallagher
19 Jan 1979
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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