Soon

Seagulls.
Salty air.
Relentless pounding ocean waves,
felt more than heard,
will be seen soon.

Sand.
Wind.
A pair of footsteps crunching on the beach
under the full moon
will be the only human sound.
.
Blump.
Blump.
Tires gently singing their song;
more of the old bridge behind now than ahead.
We’re almost there.