Jumping off bridges

Jumping off bridges
You hoped the river
Made of glass
Would easily divide
Around your bird-boned weight
A fall, in mirrored rising
To a prayer’s clasped point
Almost as long as the world’s held breath
Shoulder turning
With that immaculate
Block and tackle inevitability
As if the curvature of the world
Were real, not just the lying distance
Where earth and sky collide
Where curves in opposition meet
In the wind-rush shout
A sun-pale flash of your smeared face
Realising, the world, neither curved
Nor made of glass
But, fragmenting apart
You are