TIME IS A BRIDGE

The bridge delivers me to the other side. 
I am a letter, in this life. My contents 
are for your eyes only. The bridge carries me
in her mailbag. I am an arrow pointing
toward you, the lost direction I was going, 
the railroad crossing. My heart and hope 
to die. There have been so many points 
of no return, I’m terrified to think 

how far I’ve come, I’ve strayed away 
from home. The truth is time is a bridge 
that collapses the moment you cross it, 
it bursts into flame. Cinder sizzling in the dark, 
icy current carrying every letter I’ve ever written 
downstream into a maelstrom of mistakes.  

Cameron Morse (he, him) is Senior Reviews editor at Harbor Review and the author of eight collections of poetry. His first collection, Fall Risk, won Glass Lyre Press’s 2018 Best Book Award. His book of unrhymed sonnets, Sonnetizer, is forthcoming from Kelsay Books. He holds an MFA from the University of Missouri-Kansas City and lives in Independence, Missouri, with his wife Lili and three children. For more information, check out his Facebook page or website.