At long last
As if in the enjoyment of a final breath
she sits at the threshold of tomorrow
choosing the snowy peak of Mt Blanc
for the purity of its jagged creation.
Her eyes are closed as a gate to the senses
a statue on her throne in light muslin
she lives inside where nothing can reach
a soul growing with the light of the planet’s heart.
These are only memories of a lifetime now
pictures of many hues, symphonies or rainbows
before the table of the last festivities
her pinkish envelope barely shivers.
Time has found a new expression in the eternal
Big Ben itself has fallen into deep silence
close to the firmament she is warm within
communing in peace with the cosmos her domain.
She may never again stand, nor wave at the world
reigning above the many lives she ever had
safe in the virgin territories of the monument
finally at rest, invisible to mortals, she is infinity.
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.