Houses and stars for Person poem

I marvel at where I am—

in my office chair
within my house;
beyond its walls a street
stretching to millions of other houses; 
on this great globe
twirling through the Milky Way;

in an infinite universe;

where I am to the universe
but to me
at its center.

I marvel at what I am—

a fragile body
in this shield of skin,
intricate hands to type,
autonomous breath
pumping life,

with eyes to see the world,
a mind to wonder,
and a heart to want.

I marvel at who you are—

poised and elegant,
moving, making, giving—

a person

with eyes that see me,
a mind of your own,
a heart for life;

with a voice
I hear,
and in hearing
I too am a person.

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