Something Worth Knowing

Something Worth Knowing


Big moon and constellation candelabra

but you're at street level,

hounded by murky shadow.

The old man died yesterday.

Your mother thinks she's Japanese.

Ah, if only twinkling faraway Leo

was really a lion.


The sky is clear

but you live in a fully-infected earth,

a crushing need to stick to family

even when there's so little there.


The knowledge is above

and it eludes you.

The facts, at your level,

are far too bland and, even at that,

they cannot hold,

must whimper out,

in heart failure or brain rot.


You want to learn something

of the universe before you die.

It seems so vast and magical and mystical,

and not tied down by human experience.


The Kuiper Belt, the Oort Cloud,

H-R Diagram, the Pillars of Creation -

you long to step outside

of all you are

and somehow fully understand.


But the plainness of a father's funeral

follows you everywhere.

Your priest argued for heaven

and that may not be enough.


John Grey

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in New Plains Review, South Carolina Review, Gargoyle and Big Muddy Review with work upcoming in Louisiana Review, Cape Rock and Spoon River Poetry Review.   






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