Of a deserted island
From my eyes
I wonder aloud
Who am I
And why am I here
Now and not then
When all seemed well
that ended well
All talk of getting back to business rings hollow.
- Will we ever leave or re-enter our homes again without going through new rituals of warfare?
- And how will we grieve what is gone forever after the enemy is subdued?
- Or ensure that the world is now a safer place for all survivors?
Just a few questions going through my mind these days. They pop up most often after I’ve talked on the phone with one of my family members. Especially those who are younger than I, which would be almost all of them.
Right now it takes hope, courage and determination to get out of bed each morning. Especially given conflict about how to handle this pandemic, and what it will take to resume some semblance of everyday life.
In the meantime, to answer the question of my poem, I believe I’m here to pay attention. Especially now. Eyes wide open. Doing what I can to make life a less lonely or frightening for those most endangered, including myself.
Praying your day is filled with bits of light from unexpected sources!
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 16 April 2020
Photo found at nationalgeographic.com.au