Our Mark
Our Mark The women in my family come slowly to themselves. Decade by decade little habits of faith, of nurturance, drop from them until they are almost raw curiosity and off they go. Loop to loop then they trace that oldest walkabout, press their bodies into its mark. Infinite numbers of women have fallen into its pattern. Infinite numbers of daughters will trail after them. Sherry Robbins, from Or, The Whale, BlazeVOX [books]
Sherry Robbins 