A poem whose title, I hope, doesn’t tell you where it is going. So I added a photo.

It’s One of Those Days

Some days I want to burn
a bridge, not for the flames—
a grand show of power and light,
like throwing books on a bonfire. 

Fire should do its work
in a fireplace, warming
a room of respite,
after a session of work.

As long as the bridge stands
I’ll miss whatever surprises
wait down the road as I turn,
walk back across, saying,
“I’m sorry, how can I help?”

(The photo is from the cover of my book, Made and Remade. The poem is much more recent.)