One more sonnet for May

a space out of time


The simple immediacy of now, where there
is nothing in the past to trouble minds
and passions, nothing of the future care
that could concern our normalcy -- love binds
our motivations to the biased dawn
in which all things are new and hope-
fully unplanned. Just as each brood of spawn
must journey to the ocean on the slope
of unmapped streams, we shall discover deep
unfathomed boundless oceans which provide
the only ways we can mature, to leap
the perils of the upstream notes that guide
unerring to the springs of flowing youth
where you and I encounter naked truth.