Like looking in the mirror at myself, great mystery
this boy, my son, lies here and I look on him...
born of me to begin again the climb
he lies innocent of all he will become.
The great water of evolution, 3 billion years strong,
flows from his mother and I to be together in him
mixed... and more than its parts.
Dumb animal, I, I try to consider it
characters beyond comprehension here, living, mine.
I can only feel.
gallagher
27 jun 75
- about Danny
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —