Freedom

I picture this being me
striding along by the water.
I can see I’m walking briskly.

I must be appreciating
all the space
and the fact that I’m free

to take a walk
at this deserted hour.
There’s no uniformed, harmed, thug

pointing a gun in my face
and telling me, ‘It’s close to curfew.
Go home.’

And look, I could clamber
over the railings and throw myself in,
if I wanted to.

It would be an easy thing
to do.
Such an easy  thing.


The Band