Seeking a purpose on the curious island surrounded by land to the farthest peaks lush prairies devoid of what he once knew. Abandoned was the hope of a kin stranger in the lives of those once near not even a plea could reach his teary gaze. Space empty as the cosmos imprisoned his flesh tighter to force upon a feeble breath another moan to reach no one. Tall in the center of the familiar room wondering once more what he was to do he thought he might subsist until morning. Perhaps then a gentle light would tease his brow erase the lines carved by a burning anxiety release him to the joy so long kept at bay. But he knew the gate would surely close a chasm grow wider to the shores as another rain of stones fell. He might be at the bottom of a well growing deeper in the absence of man forgotten a little more beyond the day.
About the Poet:
Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, 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.
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