Fluid

I would like to be on left,

I would like to be on right,

I would like to be fluid

The fluid to love,

to be loved,

or not love

The fluid to be strong as a woman,

to be gentle as a man

The fluid to be obsessed about your freckle, occasionally;

to celebrate how you humanly made yourself into Greek-statue-like grace, physically, mentally

The fluid to do as romans do, when in Rome:

more Cuban than Cuban,

more British than British…

The fluid to be more patriotic than anybody you could possibly know, when at home

The fluid to watch the finest ballet in Mariinsky, cold, disciplined;

The fluid to lie on deck before next dive, in this relentless heat of Sicily, relaxed, determined

The fluid to be wrapped in dazzling jewelries, cute dresses, posh conversations, over firelight;

The fluid to remove the jewelry in next second, dancing with friends, bare feet, under moonlight

The fluid is freedom

The freedom to,

to do anything you love,

be anyone you dream of

And the freedom from,

from expectation, from anger, from prejudice

weightless,

careless

by Mengying@Shanghai. Jun. 2022