Freedom
Rainy February mornings on Westminster Bridge
are be challenging for crossing tourists and parliament men in strict black suits.
Passing by, I watch them push their umbrellas forward, shielding themselves from the forceful rain
competing with the winter wind.
Their faces, focusing forward, reflect the dull gray sky.
But I’d rather spin around, hands free, eyes focused on the sky
and let the rain and wind carry me across.
I wonder if I have ever felt as free as I do in London, on Westminster Bridge.
The rain and wind are just a setting my temporary stay in London
and as long as they continue to carry me,
I am free.
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