Bill Galvin Poems

What am I doing here without you?

Sitting alone in a back seat,
Being chauffeured to the mountains
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Heart still beats;
Eyes still see;
But nothing really
Means that much to me.
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Full moon is rising

Bodega Bay in night sky
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Packing my travel bags once again,
Setting out to see some new sights;
Coming back, just can’t say when;
Maybe after seeing the Northern Lights.
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Small white puffs of clouds are scudding by
The fairest of blue skies above;
Gentle breezes are cooling to the skin
Before a promising warm morning sun;
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This island reveals itself as a hilly horizon;
And, unlike the last time, I am lifted;
My heart receives the Spirit as it always has,
When she comes into view;
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Once, a flower beckoned to me.

She grew wild,
Sweetened by mountain rains,
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Driving Highway 1 in New Brunswick
South past the sainted towns
Of Martin, John, Andrew, then, Stephen,
And finally to cross the border River St. Croix.
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Now as I pull the weeds and replant the pots,
I take stock of what is here.
I got back a little late in the season,
So I don’t have the selection I’d prefer,
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A wonderful meeting of heart and spirit
On historic Chesapeake shores,
Within a setting of calm and tranquility,
And in rooms of peace and healing quietude;
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