Sonnets From Other Lives: Krista

Krista pulls off at a viewpoint &
climbs out of her aging Subaru.
She watches as the sea assaults the land
& considers whether she is going through
some weird phase where she is out of phase
with everything & everyone she knows.
It feels as though she’s spent the last few days
awash in uncertainty & so
she packed a bag & headed down the coast.
The air is cold and fine. A band of fog
is slowly drifting in now & the ghost-
like trees have entered in a dialogue
with a pair of spectral ravens & the wind.
She shivers & climbs in her car again.