Little Arcs

You've spent years tracing neat little arcs in the sand,
Waiting to meet someone who can complete them and who understands.
The grains feel cool and smooth, weigh light, look dark.
When my hand lands down I doubt I am the first to recognize your mark --
But being where I am, as the first that you have met,
I put a finger to my lips and smile, "Not yet."

July 1