By Fabrice B. Poussin
An early gleam winked at the nascent babe
still in her bed of silk and gauze she murmured
the gentle shell slowly finding freedom.
The skin she so loved a thing of another life
stretching feeble arms from the chrysalis
she shivered nude beneath misty heavens.
Soon she will fly into the colors of a new birth
the fragile flesh of ancestors renewed
trembling with the ecstasy a ere touch arises.
She may not be long bearing the goddess’s aura
for she is sure to find another home to her soul
caressed by the eternal velum of all truths.
Within a snug envelope like a safe to her every fiber
she will relive her original birth time and again
all particles of her being smiling in their new home.
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, and other publications.