St. Joseph’s Dream
In all the pictures I am sleeping:
dozing on a rock, snoring by a candle.
She, of course, got to shake
hands with the Angel.
I woke with the kind of boner
I haven’t had in decades
and expected a larger life,
less falling asleep on the job.
I’ve dreamt each big decision:
the move down south to Egypt,
the sidey-ways turn to Galilee.
The boy dreams too. Just
to look at him, though,
I can see I don’t feature in his.
What use are dreams really
if you’re the one asleep in them?
“St. Joseph’s Dream” in the “Joseph’s Dreams” sequence from In Search of Dustie-Fute by David Kinloch. Copyright © 2017 by David Kinloch. Used with permission of the publisher, Carcanet Press, Manchester, UK.