Humanity Rising on a Beach Walk

Before, bicycle tracks and footprints covered the sand They were irrelevant, or worse, unwanted marks on nature These mornings, there are only a few of them, spaced way out  But they are welcome sights, like trace evidence of closeness  

Before, others were coming and going on all sides 

Jostling for position, scattering seagulls, and intruding on my space These mornings, long stretches go by in solitude 

But when it’s broken, we wave, embracing each chance to greet 

Before, we were all headed away from each other, purposefully Separated, not by space, but by groupings that didn’t mix well  These mornings I wonder, what if we missed each other enough  That on the other side “my-way-or-the-highway” became our way.