Last night, dreamt
of a plainclothes cop in an unmarked car
who drove by
revealing nothing of himself or of his nature –
not a whisper of sirens
nor a wisp of justice.

I breathed relief,
sat straighter,
exited to consciousness.

Later, no doubt, sirens blared
Heralding the Coming of the Law
to a fearful no one,
panic-stricken,
stammering apologies to himself in opaque glasses.

Or no one slept
restfully, or fitfully,
and he drove by
revealing nothing.