Abuzz - Bruce McRaeThis is what you find –
that the weighty issues
were not so heavy
as many had feared.
How the rush of the clock
was a race with the self,
not the end-all and be-all
That fire burns
and fire cleanses,
but who knew which and why
some are guarded by angels
while others are swaddled
in the red rag of sin.
You come to see
how ‘time’ and ‘love’
are not the absolutes
the tutor and priest
decided for you.
Emotions, they have their place,
but also their wages –
so hate equals fear
and love is the compass
the lovely steer by.
You come to learn
so little matters of so much.
That if you keep this pace
the years will hurry.
Our town was so small we lived each
Summer nights we’d gather under the one streetlight
and tell jokes and stories everybody had already heard.
All the men had the same wife, a frazzled woman
who wore her hair pinned up like a latter-day Katherine Hepburn.
Decent work, you can imagine, was hard to come by.
Our town was so small even we couldn’t find it on any map.
We had to stand on the outskirts just to change our minds.
No doubt you’ve passed through our community any number of times
on your way to some other, grander, destination; completely unawares.
And I was the one you passed in the night, hitchhiking in a downpour.
Remember? The one you left behind, and for good reason too.
In fact, I’m still there now, the rain still falling and falling.
Honestly. It’s coming down harder than ever.