Confused, amused by this life
I stand on the bridge and
watch the turbid water below,
churning, flowing,moving,
the haziness of the liquid calls,
jump, free fall, quit.
Let go of the railing,
stretch out and join
the flowing liquid.
Light dapples the water
the light is blue
the water grey
Blue light is coming from
the police car,
it's lights make the water
more, not less appealing,
I lean forward, hear the shouts
I know there'll be silence below.
I release my grip.
Into the deep murky water I go