the silent lot

 

 

how are we three strangers, the silent lot

spaced out equally with each, our own little plot

despite a beach as long as the sea

three strangers, by proximity, soon become we

 

to my left the reader, she shouts with her smile

boots buckled yet proudly sand-fixed for awhile

to my right the audiophile, the quietest of the bunch

he’d soon rather suffer than disturb your lunch

 

our lullaby breathing, gregarious and brash

great partnership, us three – ignorance unabashed!

like how Mars and Earth orbit the same street

despite sharing sunlight, they never actually meet

 

in time at once we say our goodbyes

the peaceful exits of sounds disguised

departures masked by the ambient waves

we slip into the oblivion of the afternoon haze

 

the remaining water reflects our purpose common

of lounging and pondering where words are off fallen

to spend time alone with company and thought

three strangers on the beach, the silent lot