Social distancing on the trail.

Between showers on a stormy day. 

Another gem by David Whyte:

The Well of Grief

Those who will not slip beneath
     the still surface on the well of grief,

turning down through its black water
     to the place we cannot breathe,

will never know the source from which we drink,
     the secret water, cold and clear,

nor find in the darkness glimmering,

     the small round coins,
          thrown by those who wished for something else.