Bed Poem

We've always slept on different continents,

a black ocean between us. I remember when

I could reach across that dark water, when

I could brush fingers against cloud-capped

shoulder blades and rearrange the map. Now,

great beasts inhabit that sea, fight their

territory wars and stretch onto our shores

with diplomatic aggression, affection, big

brown eyes & wagging tails. On clear days,

I can see you still, your soil softer than

it used to be, coastline crooked where one

monster or another has burrowed out a home,

and I watch you sleep, dreaming new worlds

on the other side of ours, uttering hushed

secrets I can't decrypt into our white sky

--& I smile, satisfied, untroubled by our

unbridgeable distance.