18 Aug 2016 – Sonnet
What sport is there in this, through all the years?
What medals do we earn for foolish feats –
to barrel-ride Earth’s waterfall of tears,
defying death to dare all lovers leaps?
A fire in the heart – or in the loins –
burns early in the fools marked out for doom –
and what’s not had for love is bought with coins,
and briefly bedded down in rented rooms.
But come! The water’s waiting, and your ride –
now lined with straw with space enough to ache –
is ready! Time for you to climb inside,
and dare the fall once more for passion’s sake!
Fear death by water? Ha! There’s now no doubt
the world’s not wet enough to snuff love out!