The walls are very thin up here, sky, birds -
I'd grab if I could their Norfolk idiom
stuff it in my pocket to trickle out
and listen in. The sun floods rectangles
into the room and I’m imagining
you now at the RA, your face raised
to Anish Kapor's hovering wall-full.
Think of a big yellow belly button!
I woke and heard your feet pad from Whitehall
to Picadilly. Remember? we'd glut
our eyes, then head for coffee. You'll like the blood
slugged at white space, the great rope of it circling
far into the future. Oh my darling
these birds tear heart and soul out of thin air.
From Issue 11 of 14 magazine, February 2011