Blind, Kind Of

Blind, Kind Of

Luke Harvey

Mimi’s eyes were fine but she was blind.
The part of her mind, dad explained,

responsible for taking what she saw
and seeing it. Genetic, we know

now—traceable up the Coggshall line,
and likely, leaving South Carolina and crossing

the Red Sea, running through Moses
even, (her son-in-law’s namesake,) who just

once could see a bush for what it was.
Sometimes I ponder this, my inheritance.

Sometimes I wonder if my little daughter,
at two—were I able to remove, like leather

sandals, this skin inhibiting the view—
would now be running round the living room

in a crackling ball of flame.
If this page, your hands, would do the same.

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Luke Harvey
Poet & Teacher

Luke lives in Chickamauga, GA with his wife and daughter, where he works their homestead and teaches high school English. He holds a BA in English and an MA in Teaching from Covenant College, and he will graduate in August with his MFA from Seattle Pacific University. His poems have appeared in The North American Anglican (pending publication), The Write Launch, Better Than Starbucks, American Diversity Report, and elsewhere.  

Photography by Yuliia Tretynychenko