ear to the ground
Wayne Hill

Listened on Sunday, 10 1 10, for a minute, in the approach to midday.

What did I hear?

Reindeer heart?

In the stillness with a blizzard coming. Listening way down. Going in. All weight lent to the ear.

I hear the earth includes me. My heartbeat alters every sound. How were you with two hearts inside you? That's a question I hear. Always more than one heart. This sky-coloured door in this universe-coloured wall is the centre of the village. I hear the concrete path. Does this mean peril? In peril is how we live. Acting like Atlas, shoulder to the earth, as if supporting but listening.

location: Stanton Prior Village Hall, Somerset

credits
photo: Tillie Davies
equipment: Jonathan Hambley