On the middle of a bridge, I forget
where I was going, where I came from.
The bridge is burning
beautifully
on both ends.
The cloudless sky calls to me
through the voice of a bird,
its beak open wide as the body
of a fish being gutted.
The water below looks so coolly refreshing.
A fish leaps, plunks.
The water rushes to cover this up
like a secret.
The splash reaches the tip of my tongue
like a name I can’t quite remember.
I forget whether I belong
to the sea or to the sky.