Day 255

The child has lost an eye.
When they bombed her house
some debris flew into it
and took with it half her world.
She’s four.  Now everything
will look different to her.
Now she will see what’s
in front of her
with the eye that looks outward.
And with the other, the one
that can only see what’s missing,
she scans the landscapes of loss.
Her mother.  Her friend.  Her street.