Archive for the ‘Catalyst2’ Category

1978-04-09 For Kathy A.

Sunday, April 9th, 1978

For Kathy A.

Ah lady, so torn and tangled.
I want so to make you smile and laugh
and to share the secret spaces
where the little girl lives inside of you.
But sometimes those deep channels
of your pain and indecision just run too deep.

Its as if I’m in some crazy Italian movie.
I feel your life and see your pain
between the hours and cups of coffee
and these office walls.
And I see when you have to push to keep yourself together.
I can feel the struggle too.
Sometimes your phone voice is so professional,
I wonder where you’ve hidden yourself
and I ache for someone I know is in there.

I wonder, sometimes, what you would become
if you were freed to love.
Would your concentration then give way
to joyous competence
and would just staying on top
become the ride of a lifetime?

Ah lady, what I feel are my memories and empathy of you.
Your brown eyes so full of promise and pain.
They capture me again and again
until I stare … rapt and dumb
into someone’s soul so torn and lovely at once.

gallagher
09 apr 78

 

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-04-19

Wednesday, April 19th, 1978

               Who could need words with Helen
               skin to skin ... smile to smile
               east to west ... we, wordlessly
               pleased and pleasing
                  underneath our cultures
                     its all the same


               touches and smiles need no names.


                              gallagher


                              04-19-78 - helen k.


                              long beach




— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1978-07-28 Eastern Fire

Friday, July 28th, 1978

                     Eastern Fire


Helen ... unfolds like a flower ... stories pass her lips to my wonder ... I,
so unseeing behind my blind passions ... had no conception
of her spirit or her beauty or her depth before


She easily matched me because she is the same
logical and controlled and passionate and willful, all together
her secret spaces eluded my empathy and I thought it to be the culture


But in the soft light, after, she told me of her coming
of Toronto and Vancouver and the places she left behind
and of her lover and of the Canadian strawberry fields


One hundred pounds of fire and logic silhouetted in my doorway
black raven's hair; the light plays on her face thru my new understandings
and I smile to see what a good friend has been my lover all along.


                              gallagher


                              07-28-78 - about helen k.


                              long beach




— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —