Shoulders square, head imperceptibly tilted

eyes open and targeted asea

Traveller patiently endures the abstracted, infinite horizon

jocosely mirroring his angled, wry smile

Atop his burnished driftwood throne

Traveller is a single audience to

rhythmic tides dancing with dappled timber

to and fro

synchronizing with his casually swinging legs

and

more earnestly

his unyieldingly pounding heart

Hardly, a stubborn heartbeat

Moreso, a consistent heartbeat

Abruptly launching himself from stasis

Traveller capers youthfully

from stone to slippery stone…..

With each forward bound

he does not notice

fleeting prismatic anklets of expanding supernovae

anchoring him safely to this beach

Traveller senses

should he tarry

in excess

this would inevitably

court heartbreak ….. anon

Insistent sea spume momentarily outlines

each location where Traveller has strode

Which is more important to Traveller?

The direction of pace

or the solidity of place?

He needs travel so slow

He needs travel solo

for now…..

Antipodal heartbeats

each taking steps closer

battling incongruous unison

each taking steps further away

Whom awaits for ……

Traveller?