In the Green Hour
After Gottfried Benn
In the green hour
silence illuminates shrouded a hope —
offers us a towering shadow,
a gleaming wing.
A song begins to emerge from our mingled voices
as we enter the deep green. The chain that held us back,
has fallen away. From our landing place —
such vastness!
The intensity of the light
at first, frightens us, but we move ahead
through love and danger; regret and gain.
Our words begin to blur, fuse: become part
of the fluid green; a deepening green.
A wish fulfilled —
our pulses meld, resonate
within root and branch, loam
and wing; submerge and resurface
in the lines of Buddha’s palm.
Joseph Murphy
Joseph Murphy has been published in a
number of literary journals and authored four poetry collections, The Shaman
Speaks (forthcoming), Shoreline of the Heart, Having Lived and
Crafting Wings. He is a member of the Colorado Authors’ League; for
eight years was poetry editor for a literary publication, Halfway Down the
Stairs.
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