There Are Bridges To Be Burned Which Turn Another Page. Poem by John Ackerman

There are bridges to be burned
which turn another page.

Form each circle
cast your bread upon the water,
It will return in measure and method unexpected
Yielding treasure.

There is energy to be stored
and
Experiences to be reviewed
Days of cheese and laughter
ponies
and that transient beauty that permeates the soul.

There is laughter paying homage to the memories
and the loss
which sneak up on me as I turn
to retrace
steps half remembered as my eyes
seek the bridge
now ashes
that separate me
from
my
grief.