I found a
Wide eyed
Smiling
weeping heart
Treading
With rough toes grazing soft sand
But never quite
Grounding

We pull over when we feel the wheels shake and limbs breaking.

We search shelter when the bell clings and clinging
I want your treading heart to echo mine
Like whales
And realize that maybe it was never the shore that they needed
but a soul to swim beside
To share a secret language in the sea
Where the only worry is the trash we have kept in our stomachs.

But what made the snake grow fins?
The bible or the need?