Fleeting connections
Anything more out of reach,
One thing in common
The love of the beach.
You get the look straight ahead
Sometimes the look down
Intense concentration
Sometimes a frown.
A little turn of the lip
Or a nod of the head
A quiver of happiness
Or just a grunt instead.
Then suddenly eyes connect
And without any warning
You’re met with a beautiful smile
And a gutsy good morning!
Manly Beach
23/7/16
When I was writing this poem, it reminded me of when I was struggling with depression. Walking along the beach one day, desperate for someone to look up, smile, say hi, connect and acknowledge me in some way. Amazing what a little thing like that can do for someone. Who needs to see your smile today?
