Chance Encounter

A walk on a beach,

Both, on bare feet,

She walks up from the south

He walks down from the north

Both desiring distance and solitude

from their party going companions

A serendipity of like human conditions

Both desiring something of substance

And when the distance between them

becomes a mere meter away

the kind salutations puts

the awkwardness at bay

This conversation brief but sweet

so close and within reach,

But due to extreme shyness’s

He continues his southerly saunter

while she slowly meanders the northern shore

both hopeful that this chance encounter

will repeat on their return jaunts back

Where will this sandy sunset

conversation lead?