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.