Running With The Wolves by Bruce McRae

An hour of joy, an ounce of sorrow.

This monumental moment, in part and in whole.

I’m being touched by moonlight, so a little bit mad.

Moonstruck and nightblind. Gone the way of the wolf.

I’m lying in a loony half-light and recounting the myths,

the stories we tell ourselves in order that we might carry on.

Meaning imbued over coincidence. Memories shorted.

The past redacted and redressed, so all is calm.

You can put away those nerve-pills and quack confections.

You can rest easy. Write a poem. Go whistle.

A full harvest moon, and you can see into the darkness.

You can sail that moonbeam over the shallows of paradise.

Hang tight, my passenger, it’s full on into morning.


Bruce McRae, a Canadian musician and multiple Pushcart nominee, has had work appear in hundreds of publications around the world. The winner of the 2020 Libretto Chapbook Prize (20 Sonnets), his books include ‘The So-Called Sonnets’; ‘An Unbecoming Fit Of Frenzy’; ‘Like As If’; ‘All Right Already’ and ‘Hearsay’

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