seferis on the tarmac

love everything, she said, as she sent me out into night. i was bewildered by departure, by the sudden shift in weather and above all else, i could not understand what air traffic meant. it made me feel like we are living in some blade runner society, surely spaceships should be involved, but looking out onto the tarmac, it clearly wasn’t so.

there is nothing but sky and we are worshipping hollows. i keep a rein on my life. i keep a rein on my life but i keep my eyes closed to the roads and only have the sound of your voice saying ‘happiness’ to guide me. your voice that sounded like tapping against the trunks of an old cypress tree - it grows thin as the air - and it saddened me to know that distance will press out the bodies that i have loved from my memory. 

there used to be a time when travellers must face the sea in departure. the threat of it must have kept some on the shoreline, not a bad way to sort them, i reckon. but fitness is not what it used to be, and what i am doing required so little courage it frightened me. i heard that stagnant hollow sound, the same as our loneliness, the same as our love, the same as our bodies.