Sometimes Distance Is Never Far Enough
by Misky Braendeholm
What’s distance look like to you?
Is it measured like arm’s length,
or is it as abstract as the word.
Is your distance blurred like mine,
and does sex remind you that you
are mortal, that one day warmth
will leave your body behind.
Undoubtedly, that is distance.
And once when my heart was young,
I was on the edge of being loved.
But no. Unrequited. Is that what
distance feels like. Abandoned
faith, like an empty church.
I’m coming out of my hidey-hole.
Me, like a sheered sheep, old mutton.
My endless summers are vanishing.
I feel age, and I feel its distance.
As the Lockdown in the UK slowly lifts, we are re-assessing what distance means. No one seems exactly sure what’s what – an arm’s length; a broom handle; an umbrella.
Misky Braendeholm’s work is regularly published in monthly issues of Waterways in the Mainstream – Ten Penny Players, Visual Verse, and Right Hand Pointing.