Wish I Could Sing the Words of God

​Oh! How I wish I could sing like Lucy
the words Leonard left us, hallelujah
so the air may resonate with a glorious voice.
 
If only I could dance as Mikhail did
on the stage of the Paris opera
I know the air will become angelic statues
 
In another life I might play the piano
alongside Chopin, Mozart, and Tchaikovsky
transported by the melodies of the creation.
 
Perhaps I could try my talents on canvas
throwing paint haphazardly à la Pollock
to let space carry the colors as it will.
 
I fancy to be on stage under Broadway’s neons
to reenact Hamlet, Oedipus, or even Hedda
emulate the lives we thirst to understand.
 
I once dreamed of building cathedrals of
stained glass to create mystical images in the sun
contemplating the magical rays of dusk and dawn
 
But, here I am in the darker corners of the small church
made of a wooden home to termites and other pests
all I am able to do is tease the words in silence
so the air may wrap around you as a passionate embrace.

The author is Fabrice Poussin. Poussin’s poetry and photography work has appeared in hundreds of magazines worldwide. Most recently, his collections In Absentia, If I Had a Gun, Half Past Life, and The Temptation of Silence were published in 2021, 2022, 2023, and 2024, by Silver Bow Publishing.

Image: Foto von Joe Beda auf Unsplash