Helen is for joy, smiles, love …— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
that smile that bursts from my stomach
like whiskey on a cold day
and pervades me until I am nothing else.
she brings me this.
We share our stories … the bottom line ones
that are real. Otherwise there is no reason
to speak.
I told her about my cousin, Holly
and I touched the draw strings of my past
in the telling … deep waters.
How little we know even about our pasts,
our families, our memories
She comes for an hour amid the days and weeks
and draws me back to that ground level
where my poetry lives and the words
all stumble blind … my Korean lover.
my deep friend.
10-28-80
Archive for the ‘Years’ Category
1980-10-28
Tuesday, October 28th, 19801980-11-03
Monday, November 3rd, 1980Deja vu … when time’s sequential walls dissolve— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
as if the fabric of time itself has folded …
The strange feeling of remembering the remembering
and the astonishment at the contrast
between the logical impossibility of it
and the undeniable and unsolicited
certainty of it
Some people believe sequential time is an illusion
which covers a deeper timeless truth
and that these sequential perceptions of ours
are the necessary toys of our spiritual child selves
Much as our science and logic give us security
against the naked responsibilities inherent
in our understandings of the spiritual and non-logical
underpinnings of life
So, perhaps, sequential time serves as our first rudimentary
perception of time’s deeper form
and that beneath this sequential guise, it lies around us
everywhere and always, at once, equidistant
and immediately available to those
who have shed logical and sequential modes
for more direct methods of perception.
03 Nov 80
1980-12-01
Monday, December 1st, 1980What a pang I got when Rose and my children left tonight— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
the long freeway drive…so much of me in one place.
They all become more dear to me each day
Danny’s age and intelligence make him a companion and a friend
as well as my blood kin and my son.
and Chris … Chris’ baby learnings, his baby smiles charm me
until I start mooning and babytalking at him
like any supermarket momma, oblivious to those around me.
And Rose. What can be said about Rose?…
That she’s so much a part of my life
that I can no more paint her in words
than imagine my life without her.
She is my other half, without which
I would probably be some wary emotional cripple in this life
she has built my capacity to love from nothing
and given me the confidence to express my manhood
and the emotional security to excel at my work
but mostly she has given texture and depth
to my life with her sincerity
without which, love, my most basic need,
could only twist frustrated.
Rock of Love, she, no empty designer jeans manikin here
the sincerity of her love for me
and the quality of life it gives me are One.
Rose.
gallagher
12-01-80