In The Beginning Poem by Patti Masterman

When the dream came and you stood inside it
Shyly introducing yourself, you were surrounded by fog
Then later, the little plastic ball changed color
But only part of me could believe it
You held no reality for me, and though it seemed I ought to feel
Some anticipation, some premonition
I was an austere, alien landscape; and you were an intellectual problem
An idea, a theory; though assuredly mysterious
When I heard your gushing heartbeats, for the first time,
It seemed like some ancient ritual that I had forgotten my lines
And you even held five fingers up, to prove you had them
(and I thought, so I shall give birth to a single hand..only one)
Your existence was a conundrum
Until that moment they held you up to me
Separated from the pod of my body
My oxygen fount no longer sustaining
Your eyes beholding me calmly, almost amused
You looked to be at least a million years old, and very wise-
And the atmosphere of the room changed, became more complicated
With the addition of someone only just arrived, breathless, from the outer regions:
Too peaceful to utter the explosive cry of confusion
And the scent of some rarefied vapor clinging faintly
It was then that your reality registered:
More real that anything mineral, vegetable, animal;
Out of the whole of creation's kingdoms, you were bestowed
In a kind of reversed benediction,
And I was not dreaming.