The Soul Selects Her Social Distance

The pandemic has prompted me
To consider how Emily Dickinso pn
Might feel about social distancing
The soul selects her own society
Then shuts the door
She keeps her social distance of
Six feet or more.
Unmoved, she notes the careless crowd
Outside her gate;
Unmoved, she notes the feckless folk
Still tempting fate
I’ve known her from those
Foolish people
Choose none
Then turn her mind
To friends she’s meeting
By phone

Providence.