Social Isolation: Day 47
Artpark today. Tom’s never been, so as we walk the grounds I tell him I saw Martha Graham here, too old to dance but when the final curtain parted there she stood, an apparition. One slight bow, then gone. And heard Aaron Neville’s sweet voice, I was born by the river, and corralled the folk-dance teen from France we sponsored who stole a golf cart here. Countless poets, artists making art. And, on my 30th birthday, Bonnie Raitt. Later, at the Bona Vista, she and Freebo danced with me. Well, next to me, but still. Times long gone and stage shut down for now but some older things remain. We walk the portage trail above the green Niagara, and here and there, cut into steel, Haudenosaunee greetings to the natural world. Sun, moon, stars, earth, wind, thunder, fish, and birds, plants and animals, the teachers and the makers of it all. S. Robbins, May 3, 2020
Sherry Robbins 