Whenever I walk across a bridge,
I get the urge to jump.
It isn’t a strong urge,
I always overcome it easily,
but it still worries me
that the urge turns up at all.
What if one day I can’t stop the urge,
if I lean against the railing,
hop over it, stand on the ledge,
eyes closed, the invisible road beneath
reaching up to pull me down?
I’d never jump, I know,
that requires an action,
legs bent at the knees,
straightening legs as I push my feet down
and leap into the air.
But falling…just lean forward
a little bit too far,
convince myself on the descent
that it was an accident.
I might be able to do that.