what do you see
when you look out
your eyes?

Andy asked me that.
He told me straightforward
it was a question he had wanted
to ask everyone

but until today
never asked anyone.
When he asked me
we were driving around,
farting around (as in Vonnegut),
through that particular bit
of our time on Earth.

I didn't hesitate. I see me
I said. I rattled on
about the fountains of our eyes,
how our realities intersect or don't,
how even a stone can't be a stone:

hard, sharp, light or dark or simply dumb -
an obstruction - reminiscent of a terrible day:
for whatever reason: not a stone.

This thing we see (fountain, spray out):
call it unreal - not wholly real - as all is,
tenuous as theory I need to make certain sense,
theory I had no hope of knowing right then,
as Andy concurred, said to me
it was the same answer
he himself would have given.



�2005 by John Eivaz