Unlikely dreams

When wonderful things happen that surprise me completely... I am glad not to be in charge. When terrible things happen that horrify me... I am also glad not to be in charge. But still... sometimes in the morning dreams, it seems God puts together so many disparate dreams that I am ready for what comes next. I cheer in the stands. I march in the streets. I protest what I must. I pray... through it all.

It seems lately

I wake up from a series

Of unlikely dreams.

They flow

One into another,

Not unlike this wakeful time

When unlikely dreams

Prove true.

I know they are true

Because there is protest

In the ranks,

And cheering

In the stands.

I could only hope

I could only dream

This succession of unlikely dreams,

But never

But never

Could have predicted

This.