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Six Feet by Mackinley Clevinger, May 29, 2016
Six feet’s not that far if you don’t think about it
If you reach, and you stretch…
Nothing’s really out of range, you’d think
It’s just right there. Waiting.
We’ll chide each other for it
‘It’s just right there; grab it’
‘Just stand up and do it’
Go, leave; it’s just six feet
But it is, and it isn’t.
It’s right there, and an eternity away
Two steps and insurmountable
Not worth a thought, and crushing you flat
Always in the clouds with his feet by mine
He’d let me fly and meet him in the sky
And see the eyes that were two of a kind
I had legs that ran for miles around
But I won’t ever reach him now
Six feet up lay out of bounds
So he brought me up far from the ground
And I can see that in six feet
He’d built himself ocean deep
A well and reserve of all I’d need
And from such roots he tried to be
But six feet shrunk and I stopped flying
Once within reach, I learned to forget
How far six feet could possibly be
And how much six feet could possibly mean
I stopped looking up and started walking out
Six feet to fly became flying to see
But still it was nothing, a pittance to me
Gone from grasp, and within reach; I ignored each
And I wonder when it left my mind
Those memories of flying high
And then seeing him eye-to-eye
When I asked those six feet why, why, why
What was I and how could he
What did he do that I couldn’t be
Six feet apart was far too close
And six feet high was less than most
Years can pass while you think you’re right
Without making you any less wrong
Memories ignored that lie close to heart
Have a way of festering as open sores
Ignored for years and thought best to keep
But life has its own schedule to keep
And the sores were cleaned and swept away
As blood flowed clean and tears held at bay
Six feet up and six feet down; that’s how I’ll remember
Always in the clouds with his feet by mine
I was six feet up and flying to see his eyes
And six feet down with the tears in mine