The eye dilated in the physician’s dark exam room,
While into it the eyes of new white coats loom,
From this eye I am learning,
What is normal and what is concerning.
I direct: look up, down, left and right,
Meanwhile shining an ironically blinding light.
To you this is a strange affair,
I watch you fidget while into your eye I stare,
Front to back as a medical student I observe,
Your cornea, pupil, lens, retina and optic nerve.
The view into an eye is breathtakingly mysterious,
And I am a blundering Odysseus,
Struggling to orient direction,
Not to get lost in the reflection.
I imagine what you see,
Looking back at me.
Watching for a hint towards a diagnosis,
Wondering about your prognosis.
Of these things I am unsure,
My accumulation of knowledge still immature.
The marvelous organ of sight,
The iris glows hues of brown and blue,
Gentle sparkles dance across this privileged view.
By looking in at something made to see out,
A person you can learn a vast amount.
Thank you for allowing this interlude,
From the typical unidirectional solitude.
In this brief encounter I have learned a great deal,
I sincerely thank you for teaching me how to better heal.