I’ll never forget

that June summer night

when I stood on Tower Bridge,

looked over the railing,

and I wondered what it

would be like to fall over,

and I would fly for a moment

until I hit the water.

would I float?
would I sink to the bottom

where my life has always been?

the bridge, shining brighter

than the full moon- its

reflection rippling in

the Thames. And me, a moment,

a tiny fragment of billions

that have strolled and stood

in the same spot.

did they think the same thoughts too?