It’s true—’twas lost for nothing but one day,
that sonnet that I wrote on Father’s Day!

Because I’m so happy, I won’t subject you to 14 lines of rhyme (though I’m tempted).

Instead I’ll gift you with a line from Percy Bysshe Shelley’s poem The Cloud, which is so beautiful I can’t get it out of my head (and don’t want to):

I am the daughter of Earth and Water,

And the nursling of the Sky;

Read the rest of The Cloud here; you won’t regret it.

I’m listening to Shelley in my car these days—the Great Poets audiobook version, which is quite good, read by a marvelous British actor who does Shelley justice. The collection has several of Shelley’s best-known sonnets, including Ozymandias and one of my personal favorites, To Wordsworth. It brings beauty into my otherwise stressful commute. Next up is Edgar Lee Masters’ Spoon River Anthology, which will be a change of pace.

Here’s how I found my sonnet: by picturing myself as I wrote it. I could see myself both on the sofa, legs tucked underneath me, and in my living room rocking chair. On the table next to the rocker, buried under a pile of books and newspapers, I found a little black notebook I had forgotten I owned. Inside it: the poem. I’ve now transcribed the poem into a collection with other writings so I’ll be less likely to lose it again.

Hooray for finding things, and hooray for today!