Or Maybe It Was Just Me
We wore each other thin,
a slow grinding, like corn or teeth.
We visited the seaside,
its littoral rank a suspected balm,
the sea a broken mirror,
the sea an unmade bed,
the sea a blood oath left unsaid.
And the ocean wasn’t big enough.
Our time passed like a marching band.
We took to the air, like chickens,
the two of us grown smaller,
cold Canada coming closer,
the light between us pale as stars,
the sky getting darker and large.
Bruce McRae, a Canadian musician, came to poetry late but has enjoyed a large number of publications in the past 10 years, recently gaining airplay for his poems and songs in the U.K., Australia and the U.S.A. The So-Called Sonnets, is his first book, which this audio poem is an excerpt from. More information can be found on his website: bpmcrae.com.