Nothing There #1

Sometimes there's just no signal, no sign.

Sometimes
it just
doesn’t come.

There’s just
nothing there,
or at least
not much.

You watch
and listen
but catch
no signal,
see no sign.

Then,
there it is!

It’s quiet 
and peaceful,
the sun rising,
the world still cool,
providing a soft salty breeze.

Sunrise at Bethany Beach, Delaware.

There’s no one 
here but me
and the sand pipers 
racing up and down the beach, 
chased by the surf, 
then chasing it back 
down the beach
and sinking their needle thin
beaks into the sand,
picking out tiny worms
one after another,
always avoiding the waves 
as they recede 
back into the sea and 
are absorbed by the sand.

There’s also the undisturbed
paw prints of a dog
and its owner
who were here
before me.       
I rise early 
but it always seems
someone’s been 
here earlier.

I’ve always 
thought 
I’d like the people
who are here 
earlier than me.

We likely like
the same things, 
or at least similar
things, obviously one
being early mornings
and quiet moments
to think and start
the day,
cool breezes
before the sun heats 
things up and brings out
the greenheads and 
no-see-ums

Walkway through the dunes at Bethany Beach during sunrise..

Maybe that’s what’s
best about being
among the early risers?

Being here to see
what most others don’t,
watching the prelude 
to the day, 
catching the quiet signals,
noticing the subtle signs,
being resigned
to that being 
more than enough.