Social Isolation: Day 98
Social Isolation: Day 98 Rereading Orlando on the summer solstice and don’t I change from woman to man to the nest the cardinal built (how?), it’s old architecture cone-shaped and complex so that the just risen sun shines in at dawn today—only today— illuminating something cyclic and a little frightening. I had just changed from a wild thing raised by wolves into a student the first time I read Orlando, just changed into someone with a home and, though it all felt fecund and familiar three hundred years ago, I was too newly nested to invite it in. Today is different, though. The sun stands still, and the cardinal broods, and the streets are full of people who have had enough, and all our different selves are rippling under our skin, and the wolf is at the door ready to reclaim me, and I open. Sherry Robbins, June 23, 2020
Sherry Robbins 