Solitary. Alone. Social distances blown away
On a fine spring day. Bloom like the moon.
I've been practising self isolation for decades
I say aloneness is central to the human condition.
Not loneliness. Not that which scars and scares,
Sinks and separates. But a choice, to recognize
We are born to be alone. We die alone.Cowards
Die many times, the brave, just that one significant
Drift into death. Leaving others bereft. Ourselves?
We step out of time. Grind our heathen teeth with
A kind of unfocused, half-arsed relief. Finally,
We shake off this mortal coil. Stand tall. Alone.