To My Teacher

I always saw you
as the way I could be,
or, the way I was if I
could just see it.

There was always that
unspoken understanding
between us, as if the fact
of our meeting was the
real message. All our
communication was just
reconfirming the fact that
we had met.

When you spoke it was as
if everything I could
understand was speaking.

You were everyone’s mind.
manifesting to them as a mirror….
a mirror of their selves flawless
in the moment.