Dream-catcher

I can tell the dream catcher is listening as
The weight settles out of me again,
for a moment, then it disappears,
like some Native American wind.

I don’t know where it goes,
But believe that it belongs
Wherever the wind lands tonight
In the dawn, a water song.

Gone back to the glass-like surface
of some lonely lake, and even though
you hated giving it up, loved
having it far away.

Turquoise rock and feather
No appointment to keep, no date
It doesn’t matter to you
Whether or not I tell, you’ll wait.

Pale sinews drifting dry, that
have heard so many dreams,
Let the beginning break tonight,
There is healing in the wind.

Without Words

They had a feeling she was beautiful,
It spooked them.
It spooked them that they knew without asking,
A beauty they could see from the street,
Looking into the window.
A beauty that shook them so they couldn’t move.
From the street,
Across the yard,
Into the window,
And up the stairs.
There she was.
A beauty that pounded in their hearts and terrified them.
A beauty they couldn’t stop looking at.
A beauty that left them pinned to the road,
Too afraid to go knock on the door.
Too moved to pretend not to see.


In my hand: a book I'm adding to.