Mind's Eye
By Kathi Wolfe
If I were Queen of the World,
ruling with my Royal Smart Phone,
Bluetooth in tiara, walking
my besotted, blue-blood dogs,
regally motioning to my worshipful
subjects to stop curtsying,
only my bejewelled cane
would dig its way
into the tunnel of your vision.
If I won the Nobel Prize for cracking
the passwords of the dead,
only my encrypted, blinkered eyes
would register in your retinas.
If Sabrina and I were making love,
nymphs on the loose in the mid-day sun—
clothes, purses mindlessly abandoned
on the grass—only my blind
gaze would meet your mind's eye.
Kathi Wolfe, "Mind’s Eye" from The Uppity Blind Girl Poems. Copyright © 2015 by Kathi Wolfe. Reprinted by permission of BrickHouse Books.
Source: The Uppity Blind Girl Poems (BrickHouse Books, 2015)