For Gerda
We walk by ...we touch ...we speak
rivers form and merge, divide and entwine
deep waters running
like music with no beginning ...and no end.
We are one thing ...and we are two, at once
my sister, my lover, my mother, my friend
we drink and the cup ...the cup never empties
until we sleep.
We talk and laugh ...and we cherish the ground
like children who have found a magic place
everything under our hands and eyes
becoming God ...in us ...complete.
gallagher
25 july 84
irvine
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —