A Brief History in Social Distancing

by Bryan Harvey

At night the storm churned through the overstory 

as a shrewdness of apes huddled in the cathedral branches. 

In a predawn haze, a male and a female slid down damp bark. 

The two figures landed awkwardly in the mud and glanced upward—

perhaps they saw a constellation of eyes—their mythic past surveilling 

an unknown future. A sibling picked an insect from behind another sibling’s ear—

a small action filled with grace. The sibling tasted the louse, crunched it 

in ice cap molars and swallowed. No one remembered the escaped male 

and female having ever performed such ritual care. They often bruised themselves 

with rainwater reflections. On the move now, the male and the female swayed 

like pendulums, having risen on two legs, having grown smaller and smaller 

as they etched toward the horizon. In the shadow of the canopy’s geometric shapes, 

an opposable thumb and a forefinger took measure of the departed pair, squashing them 

in the yellowing light, and in the eaves, a light chirping stirred the air—perhaps an attempt 

at it’s okay. A leaf fell shrewdly to the ground, and some scratched their heads, 

not having forgotten their names but having no names to remember. 

Would they remember to write? Those two who baptized the morning—

Would they remember to consecrate the world left behind 

or was muting that wisdom part of the pact they had made? 

The two looked back, freezing in their tracks: 

 

They were struck by the tundra of home as a vast and hollow place 

you could not escape and would hardly dare to visit—ice as bright and clean as salt.


Bryan Harvey's writing has appeared recently in HobartRejection Letters, and The Daily Drunk, and it has appeared less recently in The Florida Review's AquiferGravel, and Cold Mountain Review. He lives and teaches in Virginia and tweets @Bryan_S_Harvey. He dreams about basketball on long runs.

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