On a bright sunny day,
Walking by the seaside,
I met someone intriguing,
With a long grey beard,
Hiking on the high rocks,
Happy like a little child.
We nodded at each other,
As we navigated our ways,
He had a red and black stick,
The kind that we might think,
Seems somehow a bit much,
As it would not really help,
If the bees suddenly decided
To storm for my sweet snacks
I realized how foolish it sounded,
But I smiled on the way back.
It felt strange, like I met myself,
A few years further, as if destiny
Glitched and gave away its cards.
I hope I'll keep my dreaming ojitos,
And that sheepish, clumsy smile,
As the waves wave and the sun sets.