Sight

Look up, I said, my face turning
toward an eagle floating
against a backdrop of blue.

Look in, he said.

Look down, I said, my eyes tracing
roots snaking into damp,
moist soil.

Look in, he said.

Look there, I said, my finger pointing
to jutting mountains, racing rivers,
stardust.

Look in, he whispered, his voice spiraling
through my cells like
an ancient song.