Social Isolation: Day 29
The quiet today deepens into a nothing that has substance, as when inattention brought me once face to face with a buffalo in the Badlands, or when I stared into my baby’s eyes that first day we were alone. Something was supposed to change today. The fact that I can’t make the phone ring still surprises me. A muscular quiet, older than my will or witchcraft, is in charge. I must just meet it while it takes my measure. S. Robbins, April 15, 2020
Sherry Robbins 