Archive for the ‘Catalyst’ Category

1978-07-04

Tuesday, July 4th, 1978

 
  Paused for a moment on the edge of all the future
     all our lives will surely tangle or unweave now
     and all of these potentials,
     like hands on my shoulder, steady me.
  So let it begin and all the rest of my life go on
     I no longer wait or care for the past to resurrect itself
     this life can be invested in my future now
  I can weave and sort my friends and lovers into the days of my life
     I want to walk out each day excited
     about what could happen again
     and care nothing for what has gone by
  I've been too long tangled with the old ways
     so carefully unknotting our lives and feelings
     learning that exquisite patience that lies half way
     between compassion and self preservation
  But, its done... let me depart and begin anew
     this time not to bury my freedom with love and security
     or to hold myself untouched by love's whip and passion
  I want to find that balance point there in my heart, between...
     there, where on the edge of my best,
     I can live each day like it was the last
  I want to dance to life's mysteries and paradoxes
     as the fountains dance to the wind and the mimes to the crowd
     these things are not to weep for
  and, sometimes ... in those graceful but oh so brief moments,
     perhaps in a lover's eyes or in a passage of my son's growth
     I'll see something behind it all ...
     timeless ... smiling thru at me
  Brother Methuselah, here in all of us as we gamble our lives
     untouched yet compassionate ... he waits for us to begin
     and he smiles at us, a spiritual joy and promise within.

 
                                 gallagher

 
                                 07-04-78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1979-06-19

Tuesday, June 19th, 1979



 
         Ten years I've loved this girl
         and I'm falling in love with her again.
         I'm beyond trying to understand
         what we are or what we'll be.
         Its just enough that life can hold this much for me;
         that I should love someone like Rose
         and that she could love someone like me.



 
         No mystery there of first time flesh, new skin to touch.
         No modesty or politeness, no measuring or comparing
         and yet, new.



 
         Each evolution of kindness is built
         on all that went before.
         Each caring, each easy assumption, each knowing...
         The appreciation of time and love's memories
         pressed in the squeeze of a hand.
         That happy glow just to join company.



 
         Its been so long since we've had pause to grow;
         divorce, lovers, bitter words,
         pain, growth, ...all unchangeable,
         all necessary for us to come here to this new love.



 
                                    gallagher
                                    19 Jun 1979

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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 —