Lise says I owe her an explanation
of what’s going on,
that she’s a part of it now,
she’s paid her admission
with her heart and her love;
and she’s right, she has.
But what can I say is going on?
I watch the patterns and tides of my life
swell and ebb and rise and fall.
And like a pier, thrust out into the sea,
I only mark the seasons
of its movements and its passions.
I follow my feelings
or, perhaps it’s better said,
that something in me
follows them with a sure sense
of how to proceed
in silence and awareness.
And this, that is in me,
navigates
and revels in their joy
and aches from their pain
but never believes in them
or turns aside or swerves
from its silent and patient seeking.
gallagher
29 Oct 85
Irvine
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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