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Poem of the Week / by Paul T. Hogan

A Reverie of Waking

By Paul T. Hogan

My sense is this is the last of it;
last of the push of wind from south,
last of high angle of light late in day

until, marked by crack of a stick
underfoot someone's lengthening shadow,
peace that had settled within me awakes

and I'm taught it was sleep, and not peace,
overcame me; reveries of magic folk
striding through landscapes in blushed,

pastel light, and not life itself I was living.
For life itself - that which I'd learned on my own
ways to see past - shimmered in front of me still,

glowing in light between light, humming with sound
wrapping sound, clutching my hand within hands
of no one I recognized, and yet were the hands

of every last soul I'd need to let myself face.

PAUL T. HOGAN will read from his new collection of poems "Inventories" published by BlazeVOX Books at 7 p.m. Friday at the Western New York Book Arts Center, 468 Washington St. and for the Rooftop Poetry Club at 12:15 p.m. Oct. 9, in the International Students Reading Area of Buffalo State College's Butler Library. Hogan is vice president of the John R. Oishei Foundation and author of a previous collection, "Points of Departures" (2008), published by White Pine Press.