After the Fire
Early in the morning, you see the damage
inflicted by your flames, suddenly surprised
that after all the other fires died so predictably,
this one did not.
About this poem.
Why are we always surprised, when we pepper our world with ugliness and meanness, that the things fall apart? That all of us, no matter how strong, or how strong our love may be, have a breaking point and suddenly the (marriage, relationship, worker, friendship, politics, faith – fill in your blank) crumbles.
It is a mystery to me.