the beach trip

from the beach
in her chair at sunset.
her book
thick and heavy in her browned
hands.
unopened yet.
the wash of
a green ocean upon
her feet.
what lies ahead is as
mysterious as
what came before it.
each new wave
does nothing to ease
the worry,
the pain, the doubt.
one can only pray
and hope that things in the end
will go
the way they were meant
to be.
that all in time will work
out.