When God Is A Woman

By beagarth on November 16, 2008 • ( 0 )

by Greg Hall

copyright 2008

The full-breasted daughters of ocean

Arrive inside the white arms of night

This is the hollow hour when sleep

Suddenly is driven out with pine-branches

The hour of three inside its long tunnel

Resounds with iron and dripping water

An owl glides on silent wings

And one’s hands hang empty by one’s side

Ears straining for the faintest sound

And the white page transformed to an animal

Able to eat one alive if it so chooses

The stars in the bay water wait without motion

The blue heron stands inside a moment made of blue steel

The small white fish immobile not daring to move

The fog ceases to drift and remains married

Surrounding the black trunks of pine-trees

Embraced by the white arms of the night…

Greg Hall will be a featured poet along with Steve Arntson at the Nov. 20th Thursday Gig at the Stone Griffin Gallery at 287 Campbell Ave. in Campbell, CA with potluck starting at 6:30 PM and poetry reading starting at 7:30 PM (more info. mentioned above).