How often have we felt alone,

Forced by those separators in the world,

Always making space for themselves by dividing others.

Yet it is not what they do,

But how we react.

Not marginalizing them as they did He,

And continuing to love them.

Even when it hurts the most.

Generations assembled for no other reason,

Than to talk or share the happiness of an early morning,

Here on the town beach,

See children previously unseen,

Listen to important non-gossip,

Like the villagers of Llareggub,

Making sense of their own communities;

Here on this sandy morning.

Filling in the details which complete their joy.