Sonnets From Other Lives: Carol-Lynn

Silhouetted surfers at sunset
waiting for the last promising wave.
Carol-Lynn is watching her regrets
drown in the Pacific with the day.
Leaving had it upside & that was
the freedom to sit here now on her own
which—of course--has its own down side because
she isn’t sure just how to be alone.
What does one say to oneself when there is
no one else to edit—criticize?
She sees a rider standing up on his
board now—his whole focus on the ride.

Twilight. The past is dead to her.
Someday—she thinks—I’ve got to learn to surf.