we live by waters, breaking out of heart

light moves behind still shadows
although not dancing
it seems to be a moment

The ram in the shed and the goose on the hill.

Most of the time we know where we are.

Our ears place us, our hair feeling the subtle waves of air and objects that position us within our world. Our eyes add colour and shape to these electron impulses.

But then there is the heart, a mixture of physicality and tears.
The beating telling us we are alive and the salt reminding us we are out of place.