More than footprints ...
A broad expanse of smooth, water-filmed sand
stretches from a grass-line on the left
to the uneven froth of dying waves on the right;
from tips of your toes to the horizon;
from the side of your vision,
across your nose and off into the distance.

Behind you, a dual line of wandering footprints
are the only sign that someone has walked this beach.
Leaving clues of size, shoes and speed
but no glimmer of purpose, achievement and personality.

And soon the tide will remove even this.
As though no one came this way or went that direction.

Leave more than footprints.

- David C. Nelson -