The Overpass

A Poem by Rachel Cooper

We saw
From our platform above the world
A flowing current of life
A rushing sound
Contrasted by silent neon lights
And what flickering street lamps

We stood
Facing the wind
And the rushing sound
Toes over the edge
Arms spread wide
Hands clasped together
And eyes to the horizon
Pulsating with emancipation

We counted
And anticipated our next actions
We parted our lips
And tasted the frozen wind
Enveloped the rushing sound
And replaced it
With a scream of free people
A sound that told its listeners

That we are no longer bound
By our inhibitions
Or by other people's standard