Today I was shaving
and putting in my contacts
and Chris sat on the sink watching
like he's done a lot these last two months.
Suddenly, from this random behavior,
came pattern and purpose.
If I were making a fire or tanning leather
or stringing a bow or gathering herbs
there...
there he would sit, receptive
to what he would need to live;
the transmission of learning
parent to progeny.
Wolf cubs, seals, monkeys and man
all the same...small eyes learning.
And in our plastic electronic world
where this has little validity
the instinct still lives.
he looks to me to show him the way.
gallagher
apr 29, 84
San Juan Capistrano
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —