Beacon in the Stone

By Fabrice Poussin

 

Predicted darkness set on the laborious hour
Thick as stone, cold as infinity.

 

Still now, hands crossed upon his breath
He recalls heavy days of unbearable Augusts.

 

Gaze set on a sterile imitation of heaven
He finds no message of things to come.

 

The gifts of yesteryear reassigned
He may now ponder the dearest present.

 

A particle small as the atom shines above,
The unsuspected home for everything he was.

 

The body sleeps now but his mind wanders
into eternities made of entangled dreams.

 

The light is the string that will take him
Against time through all ages of the universe.

 

Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, ActiveMuse, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.