It does not look at me—I look at it.
The chain goes two different ways.
A creator starts with the simple
until they finally fashion from it
the most complex: light to eye to brain to me.
Creation goes from the seen to the seeing.
Existence is the chain in reverse. I see
the thing as if the creator were me.
Creation finished, I was made
to reverse it, no ingenuity needed,
creating backwards—light making its way into shade.