My first sonnet for December

I haven't posted any sonnets for awhile, but I have a backlog.   So this when will start off the month.



rite impassioned

So simple and so commonplace, this act,
which happens ev'ry day uncounted times
so that it seems we'd be far too exact
to think that one of them deserves the rhymes
of a poetic utterance -- yet still,
participants may think their act was such,
so wonderous and thunderous they will
believe themselves as blessed, though in the much
more unemotional considera-
tion of statistics we all know they can-
not be so specially unique, yet they
will always think they were. The span
of globalness defines the grace for all,
where ev'ry pair creates their naked thrall.