Bruce McRae: A Metaphor for Invention
One Morning
The morning night ended.
The morning I lay in the bed’s snow
making tight little angels,
clinging to the last starbeam,
considering seriously the nature of light,
of light’s long and thankless journey
through the sovereign dark.
Morningtide, in bed with the blues
and a black cup of coffee,
gnawing a nail to the quick,
chewing on the straw of contemplation.
Thinking about daylight’s simile.
Inventing, in the cold clean light of day,
a metaphor for invention.
Bruce McRae, a Canadian musician currently residing on Salt Spring Island BC, is a Pushcart nominee with over a thousand poems published internationally in magazines such as Poetry, Rattle and the North American Review. His books are ‘The So-Called Sonnets (Silenced Press), ‘An Unbecoming Fit Of Frenzy’ (Cawing Crow Press) and ‘Like As If” (Pskis Porch), all available via Amazon. bpmcrae@live.com
