All my life I’ve followed the knowledge— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
that love only thrives from tension…
The immanent departure, the part-time lover,
the child of separation.
The other love, that of the stable,
decays for me until I turn restless
against its sureness and certainty.
Until the tension returns.
And so I stand here, where tension snaps,
and I would have it no other way.
All my choices
have always brought me here.
gallagher
27 Oct 85
Archive for the ‘1985’ Category
1985-10-27
Sunday, October 27th, 19851985-10-28
Monday, October 28th, 1985I know this place;— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
we come here
from the easy places in our lives.
Here, where things change,
and memories parade like waking nightmares
and your’re frozen in some dull and aching moment
that just won’t relent.
gallagher
28 Oct 85
1985-10-29
Tuesday, October 29th, 1985Lise says I owe her an explanation— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
of what’s going on,
that she’s a part of it now,
she’s paid her admission
with her heart and her love;
and she’s right, she has.
But what can I say is going on?
I watch the patterns and tides of my life
swell and ebb and rise and fall.
And like a pier, thrust out into the sea,
I only mark the seasons
of its movements and its passions.
I follow my feelings
or, perhaps it’s better said,
that something in me
follows them with a sure sense
of how to proceed
in silence and awareness.
And this, that is in me,
navigates
and revels in their joy
and aches from their pain
but never believes in them
or turns aside or swerves
from its silent and patient seeking.
gallagher
29 Oct 85
Irvine