In this city from east to west,
north to south, neon lights cast
a restless gaze.
Tube lines kiss at Kings Cross,
Euston and Waterloo.
I hear the Thames whisper,
linger by my side. I’ll show you
places Greenwich to Westminster,
hold your hand and tell you my tales.
I leap into the bustling activity
from South Bank to Covent Garden,
find my tribe amongst music, art
and architecture. In the hallowed halls
of Tate Modern our souls ignite
through international artists.
In the long legs of Hyde Park I inhale
the roses and listen to the starling’s song.
I meet my people, stretched out
on yoga mats. Their smiles fill me up
like a million hugs. We flow through
through vinyasas under the blue skies
of July. London you send me invites
to theatre, cinema and gigs, tap tap tap
on my credit card. I’m home by
the Serpentine with the swans
and the pigeons cooing. Farsi, Hindi,
Swahili all sing in my ear.
I’m a collector of words and culture.
I can ride on the top deck of a bus,
watch life below like a movie for two
pound fifty. In this city we walk hand
in hand like we all belong. We’re free.
London I’m home.