Monday, October 28, 2013

NIAGARA FALLS JUMPER EXPLAINS

photo: ralph murre


NIAGARA FALLS JUMPER EXPLAINS 
by Karla Huston

It was just there:
the water and the falling
music of it.  I was in need
of that sort of rush,
a kind of deathsong baptism
like I had the day I drove across
the Holy Island Bridge
with an urge to accelerate, aim
for the side, dive over
the abutment and rush past
every temptation. 
I simply closed my eyes
and mouth and let the water
take me, the cold cocoon of it
tumbling, throwing me
against everything
that had ever gone wrong.


                       ~  first published in Anthills V (Centennial Press)