They called it TODAY!

I woke this morning and wrote down my dream.

I dreamt of a new now, a new here, one built on obliterated borders and on the foundations of being fair.

A new place with no lining up or risking life to get there. No people in holding centers, cages without keys, no one detained for wanting to be free.

It was a new city built by us, the humans, the brown, the white, the black, all on the same bus.
The financing came from the 2% of the humans that now own 50% of the bling.
They gave freely, wielding shovels and plows instead of tax breaks and tickets to never-ending privilege.

It was full of music, art, and innovation. This city had no politicians, no gurus, no debt, and claimed by no nation.

Locally owned and operated by the peaceful and meek,
by people with no plan, no workweek.

Clocks and calendars were not the way.
Being present was the big news of the day.
Everyone sharing their gift was the chosen play.
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No past, and no future,
Not an unreachable utopia
They Called it, Today.