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1983-07-29 July in conjunction,

Friday, July 29th, 1983

July in conjunction,
node on the run

Somedays just seem to be conjunctions
wring you out and test you functions
comes the ticking of the clock
calendar pages…
the motion just won’t stop

And its here that things collide
you’re forced to tell the truth…or lie
its here you come to find the blame
moments cross like arrows in flame
you can’t remember your name

you can feel the days are walking’
expectation/promises talkin’
and you know you’re going to fall
you can here you echos call
your appointment’s up against the wall

so you wait …
so you wait …
and listen to the murmur of your fears
the empty moments shocks are near
and it ALL becomes so clear

you’re here again at the crossroads
you couldn’t let it alone
and now you’ve planned the future’s coming’
but someone else is coming home…
but someone else is coming home…

gallagher

7-29-83 – about Kathleen A.

SJC


— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1983-08-18

Thursday, August 18th, 1983

Trees stand, three dimensional testimony
to life’s pressing itself into the inanimate
like dye poured into water
their fingers reach to celebrate the difference

These days I can meditate their waving
as the lifeless wind moves them
feel their forms as if I
were both tree and wind

Fractal explosions cast
on the canvas of years.

gallagher

18 aug 83 – sjc


— 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 these 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...
           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 —