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1984-04-23

Monday, April 23rd, 1984 

 
              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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1984-04-25 Lise

Wednesday, April 25th, 1984 

                          Lise
         Come burn me down
           amid music and pillows
         dusky eyes and dim light
           smiles burning engraved
              words like chance strangers
                 wandering between wider forms
              of that feeling current
                 the silence communion dances
         Lise comes from a time of grinding changes
           that bay at her doors these days
         they hem her and bind her, mocking her dreams
           with endless vistas of worst to come
              But here where we can own our hours
                 I find her beyond those definitions
              strong with the wisdom born of struggle
                 and blessed with a spirit that will survive
                    she still knows how to play.
                                 gallagher
                                 25 apr 84
                                 irvine

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1984-04-29

Sunday, April 29th, 1984 


           Today I was shaving
           and putting in my contacts
           and Chris sat on the sink watching
           like he's done a lot this 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...it was...

           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 —

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