August has a sonnet

I didn't post any sonnets in July.  I'll try to write and post a few this month.

Here's the first.


days to go

A sense of the impending -- nearness still
so far, a temporal proximity
that could not true exist before the fill
of days through what was weeks ago. The sea
of luminescent imminence creates
a froth above the depths where more emo-
tion dwells, combining several vital states
of being, only few of which we know
and recognize while short time passes by,
and we approach the site of native sights
unusual and integral, to try
across a spectrum of sublime delights
when rendesvous is real and the destined place
does coincide with times when pulses race.