Winter always comes.— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
Dan told Sharon and me about he and Tiffany
and my heart ached for him.
His first love and pain and loss
and I doubt I’ve learned much
20 years on.
Outside, rain and gray skies.
Inside, somewhere, Joan receeds with a slow ache
and Sharon acends.
Softness and steel, enlightenment and caution.
My futures murmuring … ’89 finds me
unfocused and unsettled
falling in love with a moving target.
She calls out the best in me
but, sometimes, I just want her to hold me
and, sometimes, she does.
gallagher
4 jan 89
san juan capistrano
Archive for the ‘1989’ Category
1989-01-04
Wednesday, January 4th, 19891989-01-06
Friday, January 6th, 1989Buddha says that if we want something,— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
we open ourselves to the possibility of disappointment
and someone else said we get what we need.
All that I know of women and karma and connectivity
is far too simple for she who now stands before me.
Companion, friend, lover, teacher
big challenge …
I cannot dominate her. I cannot lie or hide from her.
I cannot predict her or take her love and openhandedness
for granted.
And yet, she brings, gives, is
everything I want, without barter.
God, my friend, are you laughing there
where chance and destiny are woven?
Nicaragua, indeed entire continents, await.
Wind in their trees and passion on my pages.
She stands in front of me like elevator shafts
and vertigo.
God’s laughter is kind.
gallagher
6 jan 89
san juan capistrano
1989-01-11 Reflection on Rose
Wednesday, January 11th, 1989Reflection on Rose— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
She’s so competant at being a real person
that you just don’t notice
that you don’t have anything
in common with her.
Bravo, I say, and with love.
gallagher
11 jan 89
san juan capistrano