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