Social Isolation: Day 50*

Memories both dark and light
grow new skin these days,
take on my fierce
reeducation.
Strawberry moon
sets fat and full.
Granddaughter by now
hears every sound
from the ocean
of her mother’s womb.
We are never isolated.
I think I will stop here
with a thank you for it all
and for the breath
that I still draw so freely.
 
 
S. Robbins, May 7, 2020
*When I began this daily practice, I thought social isolation might last two weeks. Seven plus weeks later, there's no end in sight. So, I've decided to stop posting daily poems on the subject. I will still post one if it occurs to me, and others' poems and other poems. Thank you so much for reading and commenting on them these past fifty days.

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