O brave new world / That has such people in't! Shakespeare, The Tempest (5.1. 186-187)
No one enters the island of my home.
The isolation is total, no-one
shipwrecks on my shore. I am magician,
Miranda, monster and Ariel—
gender and age-fluid, all castes, all time.
From here, I watch strangeness float by, and wait
for wonders where I intersect myself.
I wait in patience; and wonder when and
how
to reach out, how un-strange someone, how
invite them in. I am curious.
Do persons all have I-lands? What will I
do if someone invites themselves ashore?
For the earthweal weekly challenge: STRANGE WORLD
(Odd how the meaning of the S&G song changes with the times.)
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© 2020 Susan L. Chast
Please respect my copyright.
If you quote, credit this page.
© 2020 Susan L. Chast
I love "do people all have I-lands?" I have one, for certain, in this time of the virus. Lovely to read you, Susan.
ReplyDelete"I am magician,
ReplyDeleteMiranda, monster and Ariel—
gender and age-fluid, all castes, all time." -- wonderful!
Do persons all have I-lands? - Yes, I believe so... sometimes waiting for someone to come ashore... sometimes not knowing they wait!
ReplyDeleteSadly, i have my I-land, for longer than I care to remember. It's hard to break these protective habits, after their usefulness is over.
ReplyDeleteDo with you luck, in avoiding this trap, Susan.
Isolation is intense during the age of Covid. So difficult to survive alone, yet that is the only way to survive.
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