bladder cramp sends my sleeping body to the toilet
eyes crusted and full of the sandman’s wears,
I catch the momentary glimmer
slightest shape or form
hovering gently
above mom’s shrine.
eagle feathers and owl claws
adorn agate jars and fossil chips
beaded leather hangs from above
and the bone dreamcatcher sways
yet I feel no breeze…
passing though the hall
on the way back from urination
more awake in myself
I look over the area again,
hoping.