{ John Stammers: The Day Flies Off Without Me. }

[delga]

The Day Flies Off Without Me
by John Stammers

The planes bound for all points everywhere
etch lines on my office window. From the top floor
London recedes in all directions, and beyond:
the world with its teeming hearts.

I am still, you move, I am a point of reference on a map;
I am at zero meridian as you consume the longitudes.
The pact we made to read our farewells exactly
at two in the afternoon with you in the air
holds me like a heavy winter coat.

Your unopened letter is in my pocket, beating.

Comments

[belantana.livejournal.com]

Oh! Have read this before somewhere (possibly here) and loved it, but of course couldn't remember what it was called or who it was by. Spatiality in verse fuck yes.

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

This is a Spooks fic waiting to happen.

I'm just saying.

[belantana.livejournal.com]

Oh, you are right! Well londonsophie and I have an epic in the works which will eventually need a title...