For Chris— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
Chris’ small shoes
He says, ‘Read my book, Daddy.’.
Hold me, tickle me….
Where else have I seen
those child’s eyes?
1913, 1930, 1950, …
He’s so precious
the moment so brief
I want to cry and read him
his book
before we all become photographs
God, life is beautiful
and so short
and we are such utter fools
in the midst of it most times.
12 Mar 1983
San Juan Capistrano
Archive for the ‘People’ Category
1983-03-12 For Chris
Saturday, March 12th, 19831983-04-03
Sunday, April 3rd, 1983We talked about Bhagwan and religion today.— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
She thinks I’m crazy but without malice.
I tried to make the point that he is to religion
what ‘One World’ is to nationalism
Somehow its only the Rolls Royces everyone sees
and I had to confess I don’t understand
that part myself.
I told her that if I couldn’t get time off
I would quit my job to go this summer
and she couldn’t fathom how something
I’m so inactive in
could be so important to me.
I said that in my priorities only she
and the kids came higher.
I tried to ask her how she would feel
if somehow she had come to believe
that Christ had returned…
would it change her life,
that He was existing, available,
in our society?
Would it change mine?
I’m still trying to find out.
I’m going to go again in July and
join the Buddhafield.
Open my heart and eyes to the storm
of history around this man.
Gallagher
3 April 83
S.J.C.
1983-04-03
Sunday, April 3rd, 1983Lying there beside her, I smell her skin, the warmth of her
I see, or imagine, in the gray light, the wrinkles
I've put there and I feel the storm of our livesShe's told me her period's wrong and that her breasts hurt.
For months we've tried to conceive
and come to this.I put my hand on her back beneath the covers
intimate against her sleeping
I would know her skin anywhere.I begin to feel age and our mortality.
Even now my body says I press too hard
that I cannot become what I once was.And she who grows more precious to me each year
grows more ripe for He who reaps us all.
I touch her back and feel her breath ... in this moment.Gallagher
3 April 83, SJC
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —