I find no contradiction— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
in loving women and loving Rose
but I’m not sure I could ever
explain it to her though I’ve tried.
I’ve pressed her flesh and held her eyes
amid the months and names
the love and the pain.
Someplace deep
I always hope I’ve convinced her
but I know the changing seasons
of her faith too well.
gallagher
11 Apr 1981
Vancouver, B.C.
Archive for the ‘1981’ Category
1981-04-11
Saturday, April 11th, 19811981-07-18
Saturday, July 18th, 1981Sometimes I go so deep within myself— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
and see so shallowly into others
as if I was the only one who felt
or imagined
or rejoiced
or thought.
Clear my eyes that I might see
the wondrous child that lives within each of us
and cross the bridges that words and relationships
can never span.
That deep something that burns
deep inside of each of us
amid doubt and habits for only the certain touch
of another who’s awake … and cares.
gallagher
18 July 81
SJC
1981-09-21
Monday, September 21st, 1981I reach for my feelings— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
and try to give them form in words
to capture the moments
when I rise above the stream of my life’s history
and gaze with horror or rapture
on the forms I’ve invested my life in.
Less these days do I rise…
so tight have drawn the habits
of the things and the people I love.
There’s no measure
by which my life is not adequate
and yet, somewhere inside,
I still turn restless
wanting the ice water shock of everything new
that maximum becoming
that must arise from starting as nothing.
The love is not so bad these days…Rose and my children
I’ve never been more blessed
and she, she loves me enough
to let me have my time and space alone.
More these months I turn restless against my work
I remember realizing sometime ago
the difference between
the absorption of creativity
and the mire of baroque detail.
gallagher
21 September 1981
sjc