Archive for the ‘Exposure’ 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 —

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 —

1978-08-18

Friday, August 18th, 1978

They’re bruising me, these days
ever since I met her its been chaos in emotion city.
The lady’s a razor … the lady’s just too much.
The lady keeps me in free fall … in love.

She comes on electric … hyper.
She’s got intelligence to burn … a quicksilver mind.
Small and wiry … she’s been wounded and maimed
and her wit and opinions are quick to reclaim the loss.

And her fantasies!  …she walked me thru them … a farmer’s son.
Dazzled my simple love and even acceptance,
made love to my body … to my eyes … my hands
until I sustained a smile two days running.

She’s a woman I’d give up a lot for – and ache if it was enough.
But she’s got a lot of past to sort before this could be real.
She led me in because it felt so good, to love…to fall into it.
But she’s not really ready to play
and I don’t know if falling in love can be put on hold.

So, today, rinsed and drained … emptied … more real and yet less
I think I can learn to see her like the others, but not easily.
I want to love so simply … I want to love so singly.
I don’t know why it should be so hard.
Why am I always loving someone else’s love?

gallagher
18 aug 78

 

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —