I follow the lines of dark blue from the spring
to the ocean into a landscape of sweet nectar
streams to torrents speed through valleys
then everything breathes with your life.
Gentle winds into tormented tempests
make clouds of thin silk in darks and browns
floating into waves spotted with bluest shades
there you lay in complete abandon.
It is a lush vale, a snow covered peak, a burning river
of lava, and a desert hidden behind the heaven
where a dying star will rest for yet another night
in a sublime explosion of blazing watery fireworks.
Finding the source of those deep brooks a final quest
I climb back to the origins of even a first utterance
within the fibers vibrating with a singular energy
that which is the essence of everything you are.
Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and dozens of other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review and more than 300 other publications, including Tree House Arts.