Early Saturday morning with coffee as sunlight tips over the trees to reach me. I open my phone, poised to read what keeps attention in the minds of strangers whose webs of words have nevertheless entangled me. And then —oh—a sonnet. A form I have studied and loved. Reaching me on a screen here in 2026. And it touches me. With delight. With recognition for the longing. For what it means to be human. Oh.
Early Saturday morning with coffee as sunlight tips over the trees to reach me. I open my phone, poised to read what keeps attention in the minds of strangers whose webs of words have nevertheless entangled me. And then —oh—a sonnet. A form I have studied and loved. Reaching me on a screen here in 2026. And it touches me. With delight. With recognition for the longing. For what it means to be human. Oh.
Thank you so much!!