the perimeters of life are cast across your floorboards.
your sensibilities shift
and you feel the gap between your feet and the ground widen.
cast from the window,
a shard of evening sun
warped as a field which is untrue to the shape of the hillside.
the low light carves lines ever deeper into the earth,
while above barren farmlands,
exposed skies yearn for the flicker of dancing leaves.
elsewhere, light floods through every gap,
casting brilliant patterns over uneven ground.
such flickering sensibilities,
fill our pores momentarily.