Sunday Scribblings: Reflect

Reflect

Two bicycles
and a palm tree
are upside down,

reflected
in the mirror
of our canal.

I'd rather be on
one of those bikes
pedaling to the beach

but, all I can do
is capture
the freedom

(of wind slipping
through my curls
and filling

my cheeks
with its laughter,
of my feet

running
through the air,
of escaping)

in the lens
of this poem.
Click.