SamadhiMuse

         Feeling good 1100 miles from home
         I really love this Canadian city.
         I can travel all around
         I think its nice I’ve found
         the peace of mind to see this city as better
         life won’t catch me sleeping
         with cities like this in the wings
         easy feeling so far from home
         the differences are good
         some part of me, amazed, says better
         the cabbie, the waiter, the tour guide
         all loved their country so easily
         the government radio station is good
         and politics are not so serious
         the city services are excellent and sensible
         I wonder if it matters
         that I fell in love with two ladies here
         Kathy and Vancouver.
         Magic magic days
         Vancouver City
         and Kathy’s untried
         three days ascending
         sweet canadian ride
         I think I loved her
         I feel good inside
         I can’t remember
         when I’ve loved a city so
         vancouver skyline, Vancouver bay
         I smiled in your faces
         and watched you at play
         you shared our solace
         you shared our time
         I say, ‘thank you’, city
         for being so fine.
                  24 july 78 – upon flying out of Vancouver

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

      Confused by our togetherness
      I wander and wonder where we are …
      passionate and capable lovers and good friends
      we spend our time loving and larking
      until I have to wonder how much I can love this girl
      and still not feel I know her.
      She’s deep and convoluted in layers of years
      of personality projection and control
      and the bitter reality of knowing that ultimately
      we’re alone and looking out for number one.
      She cares and she says so
      and her smiles bear witness to it
      from deep inside…but inside there,
      its always her’s alone
      I told her I loved her and it pleased her
      and for a few hours there I saw her face revealed
      without projections and mirrors.
      neither boy nor girl; she was the root of herself
      looking at me without her constructed personality
      and personal boundaries
      and I felt I’d never see her again in the old way
      but the morning returned her self imposed exile
      until, at last, the hours and contingencies
      dragged her away from me.
                                 gallagher
                                 24 jul 78
                                 about Vancouver and KA

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —