Pope Francis

I dreamed about the pope last night.
His unusual car was caught in traffic
on an American highway,
and the roadside was thronged with faithful.
Actually, at one point a fight broke out,
which didn't seem good,
and as another man waved hopefully, the pope turned away,
raising his hand in distracted benediction.
He still smiled, but I thought he looked a little harried.
It seemed like a sudden test of faith,
but I had little fear that he would fail;
even in the middle of the world,
I felt, he could stay a good man.

September 5 2015