Rita
by Elouise
My unquiet mind
Twisting and turning nonstop
Ponders a mystery
Without a trace
Or signal from anywhere
A friend vanishes
Bare windows stare
Unable to voice answers
To unasked questions
So much of life today is about what I don’t know. Social distancing has broken casual and formal ties to friends and even strangers whose lives intersected mine daily.
A great emptiness has descended, daring me to fill in the blanks. Where did it all go? Why isn’t my beautiful friend Rita out walking her dog every morning and evening? Why doesn’t she answer my email? And why is her phone out of service? I don’t have an answer.
Rita was in her late 80s. She walked her lively little dog Charlie in the park every morning and evening. Then came Covid and social distancing. Before that, besides seeing her in the park, I sometimes went to her place. Never a dull moment! It was all about tea, health, politics, religion, food, and whatever Rita wanted to tell me about her life.
Now my life feels smaller. I’m tormented by memories that are themselves becoming strangers. I want to be born once again. I want a starting point, a middle, and an end. Something that will hang together into a believable story of who we are, who I am, and why all these silences refuse to answer our questions.
The rhododendron at the top is for Rita, wherever she is.
Thanks for stopping by today,
Elouise♥
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 28 May 2021
Photo taken by DAFraser at Longwood Gardens, 24 May 2021
So many loose ends in our lives torture us. I am grateful for the living God for the gift of prayer and faith that our Sovereign Lord is a God of love who loves people more than we do! Thanks for sharing.
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You’re welcome. The older I get, the more loose ends there are, even though I’m more ‘together’ than I’ve ever been. Strange and true. 🙏🏻
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I’ve had similar experiences with blogging – people disappear for long periods of time and I wonder how they are doing. Sometimes they pop up again, sometimes not.
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Thanks, dw. I miss seeing Rita and her little dog Charlie when I’m out walking. And, as you suggest, perhaps she’s still with us–at least in spirit.
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