Pupil

I blink.

Then—again—re-create my world.

Reality remains.

Each time I go in and come back out.

I wonder.

Is it only me, seeing through my eyes?

I dream.

Then as I wake—I define what’s real.

I listen.

Making connections through the air.

I learn.

Am I the student or the teacher?

I see.

Bringing life around me into focus.

I know.

Anchored in something greater than myself.

I am.

Right here. Right now. Me.

What do you see?