The Good Dark by Patrice M. Wilson

Tonight, I am the dream

not caught in the dreamcatcher

that hangs above my bed, 

its brownish bird feathers now good

omens against white painted wood


the dream not filtered by

its web of fine twine struggling

with the things of the day. 

When I’m happy I want to give 

all those things away, 


have nothing and arrive to my soul

clean of the stuff of daylight. I need

to be a good dream like that—

stay on this side of the catcher 

bring a ray of blacklight 


to the vast crowd of bright images 

my soul moves around in

before each nocturnal flight,

a freedom hard to come by

but as gentle as twilight.


Born in Newark, NJ, Patrice M. Wilson has lived in NC, CT, MD, DC, VA, and HI, where she now resides in Mililani on Oahu. She has one full-length poetry collection with eLectio Publishing and three chapbooks with Finishing Line Press. Her poems have been published in various journals. She has been an English professor and editor of the literary magazine at Hawaii Pacific University.

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