coda (feat. Margo Seibert, Mia Pak & J.D. Mollison)

Last night
Last night
Last night

I had this dream
I had this dream
I had this dream

That the three of us were at a café
That the three of us were at a café
That the three of us were at a café

Three strangers
At one table

One reading a book
One on their laptop
One just staring at their coffee

It was late afternoon
The sun coming hot through the windows

It was banal
And thriving
And perfect

My left hand was resting on the table
Right next to my right hand

When I became lost in a thought
When I became lost in a thought
When I became lost in a thought

Staring off into space

And as we daydreamed
Our pinkies
Brushed one another

We were startled
Startled by the touch
But we didn't retreat

We let them linger
Let them move closer
Slowly lightly playfully
Let them entwine

Then the third of us reached out their hands
And the other two reached out their other hands

Until we all joined
Interlocking our pinkies
Together

It felt so good to feel
The small rounded warmth of the fingertip
Of a stranger

Though in that moment
You didn't feel like a stranger

You felt like family

And I heard the echoes
Of all of our mothers
All of our fathers
Grandmothers grandfathers
All of our lines stretching back and back and back

Until converging
In a lazy triangle
Amidst the perfunctory din of a sunlit café

The three of us smiled as one

As we looked back at the houses we had come from
And we looked back at the people we had been
And then we looked forward
Toward whoever we were each
About to become