Natural rhythms

Our laughter is so loud

There will be a crack in the sky

And it will call our names

And scatter down acorns

For us to pick up and photograph.

Two twins

In a soft space to play

Hold up mirrors

To moisturise third faces

Two pulses

Living in communication

Travelling the world in each other’s bodies

Nurture with hands and tongue:

A film fed by natural rhythms

Jigsaw piece moans

Oozing into wet earth

Grounded belonging

Always learning in colour