SamadhiMuse

 
              I spent the afternoon unmoored;
              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 Pick'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

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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