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by Luke Harvey
may require a retired neighbor to hold one side while you fit together the other. It may mean, in the last light stretched tight across September sky, time itself unwinds and refills the neighbor’s knees with cartilage. There’s no safety net to protect from tumbling headlong into joy. No one yet has pocketed the round laugh of the moon, but there are ways of getting closer. And when your daughter, or maybe the neighbor’s daughter, three again—remember, time is kicking it's feet, suspended—comes out in her PJ’s to try it for the first time, unable to stand straight from laughter, you may feel something inside you spring with a sudden up- take of breath, more than your stomach lifting on the wind of an unhinged hope that there may yet come a day we’re double-bounced so high we never have to fall back down.
Luke Harvey lives with his wife and two daughters in Chickamauga, GA, at their home, Oak Haven. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in journals such as Spiritus, The Christian Century, The North American Anglican, Delta Poetry Review, and elsewhere. His first collection, Let’s Call it Home, was published by Cascade Books in the Poiema Poetry Series. Luke works primarily as a high school English teacher, but also runs the Oak Haven Writing Workshops.
This poem was excerpted from Let’s Call It Home by Luke Harvey.
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Beautiful way to take an ordinary and brush it with a touch of divine truths
I've read this poem quite a few times now, and I'm enjoying it more and more as I read it. (Your book at the top of my to-be-read list, now.) It is a beautifully layered mix of the "already" and "not yet."
The child’s laughter, her inability to “stand straight from laughter”, suggests a kind of holy surrender—the loss of control not as weakness, but as trust, as delight in the goodness of the moment God has given. That is a direction I find myself always turning back to, thanks to the nudging of God's spirit.
Beautiful work here. Thank you so much for sharing.