The Another Poetry challenge

[Wjames]

I Save All My Fear For My Nightmares

My uncle bought me a dream catcher
at a Eabametoong Pow Wow
when I was five years old.

It dazzles with white beads
and blue feathers
and fading blacks and reds
from visions of murder
it has diffused.

It still hangs beside my bed
at twenty eight,
and every morning I wake up
with a fresh orchid
sprouting in my garden.