I dream we are sitting in a café in Ramallah or Tel Avivwith a few Palestinian friendssharing mint tea and sweet coffee conversing in caressing wordsnot screaming politics or warI remember the days before the time to weepbefore we cried the same tearsI remember the gift of consolationIsraelis bearing sick Palestinians to hospitalthey waited at the checkpointseyes meeting hands gesturing the wheels of hope the road to recovery