Weld - Call of the Weld

the call of the weld

sometimes the hankering
rises in my urban slouch
to weld a great big bridge
from girders and rivets
and such

arcs and sudden outbursts
of pure painful light
under a divers mask
straddling a riverside eyrie
in the night

the image remains in me
as heroic and straight
this comfortable lope
between news and a latte
does not equate

but
there's sloth and deep reverie
to keep me well held
for the moment I'll mute
the call of the weld.