I am full
up with thinking
saturated by rocks
that fell leaving
only small holes
trapped for air to live.
They came upon me
last night, when
I dreamed so hard
I woke without remembering,
but I could feel
where they had been,
where they had walked,
built their houses,
left their rubbish.
So now I am left
full of tumbled down palaces
a mountainside of schist coloured scree
with only small places
for air to lie quietly in wait
for the new construction to begin.
Chris Gallavin
Reprinted with the permission of the Poet.
I don't know Canterbury poet, Chris Gallavin, personally, but a mutual friend sent me this poem and I enjoyed it so much that I contacted Chris through his Facebook page and asked him if I could reproduce it here.
I do know Chris is a heavy hitter in the local law arena, being Dean and Head of the School of Law at Canterbury University.
He does urge Marlborough students to pursue their passion which cannot be a bad thing to do. "Follow your bliss" as Joseph Campbell urged.
And apparently radio hosts sometimes call for his expert opinion on points of law where they relate to current affairs.
I can't tell you anything about where Chris publishes his poetry, but he does post some of his work on:
Enjoy!
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