What Next?

I sit here on a bench

Dedicated to someone

Named Kelly S. Ahumada.

The sharp wind,

Surprisingly cool 

For a San Diego day,

Reluctant sun hiding 

Under scattered, 

Slate-hued clouds, 

Spread out despairingly 

In wispy tendrils.

Same slate hued sea, 

Tossing determined

surfers onto curls of 

Foamy waves.

A lonely sailboat, 

Glides peacefully 

Across the horizon,

Destination unknown,

At least to me.

I listen to the aching

Strains of a piano sonata,

On white air pods,

Which accompanies 

The soundtrack of 

A life, mine.

And like that Netflix

movie,

Wonder what comes next

in the sequel,

All the while admiring,

The grace and courage 

Of that little sail boat 

That could,

Embracing winds

Of change

As it disappears into

The distance.

*I do not own the rights of this painting