Non-Lament

He appeared to me last

not saving the best

but saving the worst

he appeared to me last.

To meet him wasn’t

sufficient

to blind me was

necessary

He blinded me

so I could see,

I could not see

before the blindness.

My sight was imperfect.

Once you have seen,

all sight is imperfect.

Photograph by George Hodan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.