Occasionally the Dream Giver misses someone:
no call for a willow hoop –
twigs, sinew, feathers sifting possibilities
from cool night air.
Nightmares don’t come
but nor do uninhabited islands,
strawberries picked from warm volcanic soil,
the dash home happy in summer rain.
Outside, the clouds are cathedrals,
the beach past the she-oaked dunes beckons,
the sea is a parchment to write on
yet the clock hands are fixed
steel blue at a dreamless time,
curtains drawn against the sun.
Jane Frank lives and writes in Brisbane, Australia. Her poems have appeared in Australian Poetry Journal, Westerly, Writ, Snorkel, London Grip, Verity La and elsewhere. She teaches in Humanities at Griffith University in southeast Queensland.