On the Millennium bridge

 

Mirrored lights

Shallow and deepen

As photos are taken in the cloudless sky

And I imagine our faces blurred and out of focus

Like the memory

A small speck on a broader landscape

A single moment on a timeline

 

I slip down metal seats on the Millennium bridge

And you catch me

As I feel myself falling

Pull me back to reality for a little longer

Maybe just a few seconds

Before I feel myself falling again

 

And we are cradled by the bridge’s strong arms

And imagine a world beneath the water

That you can only see when focusing on the lights

And the lines

And the lights

A bus crosses further on and we think the same again

And laugh because it’s funny but also because it’s not

Because it’s scary but it isn’t

Because it’s meant to be wrong

But it’s so very right