SamadhiMuse

            Its the transitions that always get us.
            We love and then things change;
            love’s there, …love’s gone.
            We churn on about who and why and how,
            but they’re not relevant.
            It’s just the changes that have meaning
            and the rest is simply
            reflections of our pain.
            There’s comedy, pathos, and lies
            woven from many sides, here.
            There’s the moment, so transient
            and so bitter, at once.
            And there’s the refusal to accept
            and the agony of despair
            and then … slowly, a profound clarity
            as perspective finally comes,
            and then a long healing.
                              gallagher
                              23 Nov 85
            – in Westminster mall walking with Christopher, age 5.

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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            I feel hammered and rinsed today.
            My nerve endings over-fired
            lie now, slightly numb.
            The lack of sleep, the tension,
            this cold, these rapid transitions
            from love to storm and agony
            and back again
            leave my eyes stripped of masks.
            From the battles of the heart
            with my ears still ringing
            I’ve come here.
                              gallagher
                              23 Nov 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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            I’ve learned that for some people
            love is not the most important thing.
            For Lise the opportunities and advantages
            offered by Anthony outweigh love.
            An exquisite truth in that I’ve never
            followed the path of love
            this far before.
            But isn’t it always here,
            on the edges of our experience,
            that we find life’s surprises?
            This isn’t fair to Lise;
            I cannot know her true motives,
            only their effects.
                                 gallagher
                                 23 Nov 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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            The storms still rage I’m sure, but comes the lull.
            I can see just a bit of the possible future;
            Lise and I, Anthony and Lise,
            two men, one woman.
            I’ve been here, I’m no stranger.
            Drop the conflict and go with the flow.
            If she chooses one or the other in her own time
            then we’ll deal with it then.
            Until then my pain has begun to diminish
            as I recognize the transition ending
            and the new ground is familiar.
            Welcome, Anthony.
            And hello, Lise, new again.
                                    gallagher
                                    23 Nov 85

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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