indecision

I see him
on the bridge, the water below.
the road.
the trees
that reach where he's standing.
a crowd
gathers.
he hangs on with hands
in back of him,
touching
the crumbling
marble of the ancient
wall.
someone comes up
asks him if he's
going to jump
or not.
traffic is piling up.
the crowd
is making it impossible
for people to go to work.
he looks around
at the waiting faces.
they just
want to get on with their
own lives,
not caring too much
about
what's to come, or not
come.