Sides

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed
Feeling small
Wanting the impossible
To be possible
I dreamt of the ocean’s
Majestic pulsing tides
And wished that I could move them
I felt separate
From the love I longed for
And the spark within it
That day you took me
To the beach
We walked side by side
You saw through my tears
Picked up a shell
And held it to my ears
I listened to the whispers
Of a thousand moonbeams
Felt the gravitational pull
Of celestial bodies
I felt the pull of our bodies
It was then that I gave in
To the gravity of mystery
I placed my hand
Into the water
And watched yours follow it
The pulse from our wrists
Rhythmic
With the breathing tide
I threw the whisperer
Back to the ocean
There are others
That need her stories
Again, I woke up on the wrong side
I dreamt I could move mountains
How silly of me
No one can move a mountain
I am not strong enough
That day we hiked
Side by side
I bared my soul to you
We reached the summit
Plopping down on jagged edges
You handed me a stone
I held it close to my chest
And sensed tectonic plates move
Between us
Infinite tiny changes
Over time
Fractal by fractal
Mountains move
And strength comes
We can do this
I set the stone someplace new
I no longer wake
On the wrong side of the bed
It’s not something I fear
The right sides of the bed
Are with you in the middle
There
The sides disappear
And I’ve been unprepared
For a lot in life
But never as unprepared
For the side of my pinky toe
To be drawn to the side of yours
Like the tides to the moon
My new lot in life
And in a world pushing us
To choose sides
I know I have the strength
To choose your side-eye
When I make a stupid joke
To choose to see your side
Of an argument
The perspective not my own
And feeling the years
Stretch out before us
Every dawn, every dusk
Every grasshopper chorus
We’ll dance through the days
In the songs that we sing
Trading in our hard lines
For the soft in-betweens

The Breathing Narrative
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