Lost Post

I published this on the 6th year anniversary of an injury that took a tooth and an eye from me:

There was a lovely poem in the comments:
from AUTUMN by Else Lasker-Schüler (trans. Eavan Boland)

I was injured on this earth.
Ask the moon--he will answer you.
Though overcast, he kept an eye on me
Even on those days I tiptoed through so timidly.


And this perfect remark:
To believe and dream of a better world is, maybe, the greatest art of all...


Silly me.