Social Isolation:14
Poems began for me
with my first isolation.
Moved from a convent school
in England to a farm
in the Midwest (don't ask)
suddenly
no one to talk to
in my half-phony accent.
Nine years old
and only sheep
to fill the time.
Rain let up one day
in early spring
and solitude and sense had me
write down how it smelled
outside just after.
It was a day not unlike this one--
quiet, damp, missing people--
and yet, of course, another world entirely.
S. Robbins, March 31, 2020
Sherry Robbins 