The pelting rain, a sort of purifying ritual, drenches me—mingles with my tears of regret. So easy to be unnoticed in this large crowd, waiting for a means of escape, a yellow hack driven by a stranger. Anonymity, a blessed escape from reality.
I clench my unopened umbrella at my side, welcome the cleansing downpour.
Questions pound me with every drop. Could I have been there if I’d tried? Said words of forgiveness, words he needed to hear? Offered him the solace of my absolution?
But anger has burned inside me for so many years. It is no longer separate from who I am. I no longer have anger, I am anger.
And so he died—unshriven, despairing. And I, I bear the burden.
rain drops drench my soul
waiting alone in this crowd
battered by regret
Hey, everyone…it’s Haibun Monday at dVerse! Today, Mary Kling offers 3 of her photos for your inspiration. Feel free to use them, but kindly give her the credit due. Please give your imagination free rein and join us. The doors open at 3 PM EST and remain open all week.