I couldn’t see the ocean, I couldn’t see the waves.
I didn’t even know there were waves.
Just a blue blur, like paint splattered on a blank canvas
Tripping over nothing,
Catching something that wasn’t there
A trick of the mind it was.
But now, it is clear.
The water moves,
The clouds have shape,
And the grass blows with the wind.
Placing vision on my head,
Gaining clarity with the magic of an object placed on my face.
My eyes were given to me.
