jumper

i stood atop this lonely bridge
and contemplated jumping off
into the water below.
the water was shallow,
and looked cold,
and bounded this way and that
from rock to rock,
only stopping to swirl for a moment
before running away downstream.
even the water has more to do than i.
even the water finds purpose.
even the water wants to get away.
i want to get away.
i look down into the water.
i cant see what looks back at me,
but something creates that splashing
from below the churning surface.
i want to know.
i want to dive
from this bridge.
i want to fell myself become
that splashing.
i want to head downstream.
i want to belong to something,
and the water will take me in.