Six Feet of Separation
By Mark Heckey
Published by California Update 2020
The traveler asked for water, but I could not provide.
Six feet of separation.
A homeless person stretched out a hand from the shadows but I would not touch them.
Six feet of separation.
My love asked for consolation but I could not embrace.
Six feet of separation.
I complied and roamed in silent desperation. The price of survival painful to endure.
Six feet of separation.
Then I heard the voices of people seeking a new connection. Reaching out we began to find ways of sharing.
Six feet of separation.
I walked the park and saw people smiling and waving, the simple joy of air and sunshine. Not alone, raising each other up.
Six feet of separation.
I looked at the sky and noticed it clearing and changing. The earth in recovery from the misdeeds of man.
Six feet of separation.
Together we bridge the distance, united in hope,
Ending the six feet of separation.