SCALES AND CATARACTS
By Holly Day
I have spent too many days offended by my eyes
—they do, they do offend me. The morning sun is the beginning of my offensive day,
the voyage outside into the world where I am even more
offended and peeved. I have thought long and hard about what
needs to be done to deal with the daily visions of daily reality
and I keep coming back to the Bible, and I don’t like thinking about the Bible.
Too much of my day is spent watching parts of my body doing
offensive things, boring things, tedious things. Useless things.
Would it be more proper to blind myself to these things or just stop doing them?
Would it make more sense to keep my eyes and remove instead
the fingers that spend too much time typing tedium at work,
the feet that carry me nowhere important,
the body that insists on falling further into disrepair? Where in the Bible
does it say I should remove my toes so that the pain makes me consider
whether where I’m walking to is worth the agony?
Where does it say I should remove the tips of my fingers
so that every word I type seems that much more important, every word crawled
on a loose napkin seems like that much more an idea worth capturing—
Why does it always have to come back to my eyes?
Copyright © 2015 by Holly Day.