I awoke from the dream, still somewhat fatigued and ravenously hungry. The wheels beneath me stammered over the open road, bumping along like Morse code in tune to the music of the teenager seated beside me.

The sea shimmers as if

a child,

has poured glitter in its

soft blue path.

Mountains linger over such water

and are outlined

by a china blue sky.

The sun dances across the water,

casting this magical scene.

Five dozen shouting.

All mouths open vocalizing hatred for hate –

some to be cool, others to get it out –

shouting loud,

looking left and right for the movement.

Where’s it going?

Never looking from where it came;

The people in my world are all for free speech

so long as it’s not mine.

Stemmed from a mind of national concern,

it hardly counts as an emergency

when I try to dig my nails into the glass

separating me from the world