dreams at 5:45 am

i slip into a little, out-of-the-way office at trinity and tell a young father pool that mother is much better. he advises caution, a wait-and-see attitude.

i am at a service station and have called mother to come pick me up to go to a conference, perhaps one on peace and justice. i am not quite dressed and am slipping on my white terry cloth robe with a hood when she drives up in a white fifth avenue with a red interior.

justice is about how we go forward from here. revenge is about getting even.