Poetry

Window painting

I will no longer sit behind this second floor window
but choose to bring it with me on all my travels
to see what it may hold true in its very soul.

Faithful to the task for a good many decades
it shows its noble age through wrinkles and scars
perhaps an eyesight distorted by generations.

Holding many secrets from its permanent frame
it has cried in the rain, shivered in the snow.
Today it is time to give the old companion its freedom.

We will share every landscape, reshape our perceptions.
Our two depths united within mysteries untold,
to recount the stories to be recorded in history.

Never again will I look into tomorrow as before-
see the present as it appears, relive the past in error.
The window is the canvas on which to paint this life.

Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University, Rome, Georgia. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and more than a dozen other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River magazine and more than fifty other publications.

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