Sonnet for October: "beyond our reach but not our desire"

beyond our reach but not our desire


There are so many modes of curvature
that we do not remark them notably;
for we are so accustomed to their range
they simply don't surprise us visibly
when they are commonplace. It takes the strange
and wonderful to jar our brains, to cure
disinterest and complacency with stark
amazement. So we seek a spectacle
that stirs and spurs and goads, and makes us think
when basic flesh becomes a miracle
in comeliness that leads us to the brink
of unreality, we can embark
into fantastic atmospheres, the air
where we are equals and our lives are fair.