Basking in the comfort
Of two pleasant dreams
The First Dream
Professionally affirmed
Like Mr. Gardener from Being There
An idiot savant speaking wisdom to the air
How or why I got there
I didn't really care
Not in charge of a nation but
A Renaissance city
I will figure out tomorrow
The budget's nitty gritty
Pensions protected
Because some one should get them
Next day maybe I'll understand
Why the old are neglected
Sly as a fox
Gentle as a dove
Every competence
Comes from the Lord above
Taking the mic
Should be easy
On any stage today
Sound bites are all we require
In this attention distracted age
You think with so little to say
We wouldn't be demanding our own way
But jealous about advantage
Is the cry of the day
The second dream
Very different from the first
I was in an Islamic land
When a school aged girl took my hand
She introduced me to her scruffy bearded Dad
And her plump smiling Mom
The quietness of their abode
As soft as a sparrow's song
High vaulted ceiling
Moved the tranquility along
The unexpected hospitality
On a travelling vacation
Had nothing to do with my status
Or station
I was only a man travelling alone
Invited but custom and kindness
To the sacredness of their home
Don't know why I am so far from home
Don't know why I am traveling alone
All I knew was the coffee was hot
And in that moment I was enjoying my spot
Eating with a precious family from a common pot
Their interest was only in the essential me
Not in an image to be projected and seen
Somewhere between a public idiot savant
And the private man eating from a common pot
I hope I find neighbors and friends
Making an earth a place
Where the reality of my days
Meet the dreams of my nights
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