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)
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

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