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.