Last night I had this dream
I was sitting in a room talking
with John Adams and Thomas Jefferson
our second and third Presidents
about what they did when they served.
Both were old men and like old men
they reminisced about the good old days
they still had differences but were genial
unlike what we see today.
In this dream I told President Adams
that I admired his courage
for standing firm against forces
that sought to drive the young nation
into war that could not be won
much less afforded given our condition.
Of course Jefferson, wasn’t so kind
for him the revolution was yet complete.
Yet, for all of their differences
politically and socially, they talked
about the issues, logically, calmly.
Maybe that’s what I miss today
reason over insanity, true dialogue
over shouted words and accusations.
Of course, this was only a dream
a fantasy that crept into my sleeping head
and like most dreams vanished with the light
and then I turned on the TV
watching a nightmare come true
and wanting to go back to sleep.