Sebastian Barker

   The Quercy Cross

  There in the shade of the Quercy causse, the cross
  Stands, as the bells of St Jean de Laur float over
  The green auditorium of thin oak trees.
  Patterns of sunlight rearrange their colour

  As the wind strokes the oaks and settles down
  To the fructification of the forest.
  The sun pierces the leaves and stings the ground
  With baking pools of stone in this neverest

  Of ecclesiastical ascension
  Towards the stone cross smacked with gold fungus,
  An aureole of butterflies, the neon
  Blue of the jet-threaded sky, the cicadas

  Penetrating literature, with sharp teeth
  Biting out the substance of my living breath.

  Sebastian Barker © 2007