I wrote about isolation this week. Isolation is typically when a person is separated from the rest of the world physically; however, humans mentally distance themselves often every day. When someone says that she “zoned out” she isolated herself from the conversations and activities happening around her. She went within her mind to a place where there was only herself and her thoughts. So isolation doesn’t have to involve physical distance. It can also involve emotional or mental distance.
Isolation is a quality that we relate to being animalistic. When a person separates himself from others, he is called a “lone wolf.” This poem contains a woman who is related to a bear in hibernation:
The knock on the door stirred
her from the hunched
position over her book. She reared
up, straightening her back. It cracked
at the same time that the fist again struck
the wooden door. She lumbered
while the floor squeaked. She prepared
apologies to reject the magazine
salesman. Her paw wrenched
the door away from its frame.
She jerked back as she smelled
home on the woman who stood
knee deep in snow and plastic bagged
newspapers. It was her sister
who had been a brown bobbed cub
when she left. Anger was tucked
in the lines of her face. Her excuses
for leaving died before they were born
like unfertilized eggs.