By John Grey

They were the first to see the light.

I’m not sure my brain ever has.

Or ever will.

And they were witness to

what the rest of me could only imagine.

Sure, they couldn’t explain

who those people in white were

or why that woman in the bed

was laughing with such pain.

But they became aware of shapes

while my hands were still reaching.

And they were way ahead on color.

My kidney and liver have never caught up.


Later, while my head did nothing more

than rest against pillow or chest or forear


Published on September 1st, 2022




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