Doubts, honesties, passions,
and sometimes deep insecurities
riddle these moments.
It’s getting less clear day by day
who I am and what I want.
Joan walks here with me,
a younger trusting spirit
deep springs of wisdom and feeling
in her eyes.
I’m so scarred by so much
that I’ve seen and done.
Sometimes, as I hold her, I wonder
if I’m looking for shelter
from the storm in her love.
And I look at her then and think
that she’s eager to embark
on life’s journey’s
while I’ve just stumbled back
weary and worn.
gallagher
2 april 86
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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