Boarding With Burns

When I first boarded my plan home to Massachusetts 13 days ago,

I had a burn on my right middle finger.

I’d gotten it a week prior from my oven door, and in the Idaho dry air

it refused to heal.

Today, when I boarded my plane back to Idaho,

in the Massachusetts moisture,

the burn on my right middle finger had almost healed

visible, scarred, and sore to the touch,

but

almost healed.

I suppose this isn’t a poem about my finger, is it?