OTHER BOOKS BY
R ICHA RD WAGAM ES E
FICTION
Keeper'n Me
(1994)
A Quality of Light
(1997)
Dream Wheels
(2006)
Ragged Company
(2008)
NON-FICTION
The Terrible Summer
(1997)
For Joshua: An Ojibway Father
Teaches His Son
(2002)
One Native Life
(2008)
One Story, One Song
(2011)
RUNAWAY DREAMS
Copyright © 2011 Richard Wagamese
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Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Wagamese, Richard
Runaway dreams / Richard Wagamese.
Poems.
Issued also in electronic format.
ISBNÂ 978-1-55380-129-0
I. Title.
PS8595. A363R86Â 2011Â C811'.54Â C2011-903010-1
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
One day in the early 1980s I showed some very bad poetry to the
writer-in-residence at the Regina Public Library. I wasn't a poet. I just
carried a lot of unhealed hurt and melancholy. But she helped me see where my
writing could be stronger and in the end, wrote a blurb at the bottom of one of
my handwritten pages, “Richard, you're going to do it!” So this first collection
came about, almost thirty years later, because of Lorna Crozier, a great and
wonderful poet. Thank you.
My wife Debra Powell makes everyday poetry. She offers me, every day, examples
of a heart at work creating empowering and healing energy. I am always floored
by that, rendered speechless, inarticulate and I can only stand in her light and
be made more.
There are a host of friends to thank for making this possible: Pam and Bob Lee,
Ron and Wanda Tronson, Ron and Jennifer Saint-Marie, Irene and Jon Buckle, Nancy
and Peter Mutrie, Lee and June Emery, Tacey Ruffner, Kent Simmonds, Janet
Whitehead, Cheryl Robertson, Dawne Taylor, Sarah and Byron Steele, Doug Perry,
Tantoo Cardinal, Shelagh Rogers, Joseph Boyden, all the folks at Ronsdale, my
agents John Pearce and Chris Casuccio.
Thanks also to my students in Writing 314 at the University of Victoria, and to
Janet Marie (January) Rogers, who asked me one day if I had any poems â as it
turns out I had a few of them.
Poem
smoke tendrils roll upward
outward onward beyond
this abalone bowl bringing
the ancient ones
to stand at your shoulder
as the eagle feather fan
brushes smudge over the heart
and mind and spirit
making you a circle
containing everything
and nothing
at the same time
I can live like this
this being
blessed and blessing
in the same motion
the sacred medicines smoulder
drums
eagle cries
life
everything I hear
Paul Lake Evening
loon call wobbles over wind
eased through the gap between mountains
the lake set down aglitter
like a bowl of quartz winking
in the last frail light of sun
pushing colours around the sky
to sit here is to see this country
the way a blind man sees
the feeling of it all
pushed up hard against you
insistent as a child's hand
tugging at your sleeve
the Old Ones say
that everything is energy
and we're part of it
whether we know it or not
in the sky are pieces of me
we are the grass
alive with dancing
we are stone
vigilant and strong
we are birds
ancient with singing
the flesh of us
hand in hand, you and I
the whole wide world