You Wouldn't Have Known Me Then by John Grey

Far from the quotidian rhythm
of sleep and waking,
the reinvention of thought
into dream,
of perception
into detail and desire -

or maybe not so much far
as at its core,
like the stone dropped in the pool
that keeps the ripples coming -

the first truth,
the initial discipline
of embryogenesis -

ancestral legacy,
dark energy,
ordinary matter,
hastening in the womb.

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John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in Examined Life Journal, Evening Street Review and Columbia Review with work upcoming in Leading Edge, Poetry East and Midwest Quarterly.