A Poet Reflects

Sometimes I don’t know whether I’m dreaming my dreams
or yours, or just leaning back quiescent in
somebody’s brain.  It’s only when I feel calm or glad
or even afraid that I know I’m asleep.

—Mary Rose O’Reilly, from “The Crossing” in Half Wild: Poems (Louisiana State University Press, 2006)

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