Fireworks, Another Experimental Sonnet

We went to the Yankee Homecoming fireworks Saturday night. We arrived around 8:30 and tried to find a good spot to watch. We like the waterfront, sitting at the railing like a bar, waiting to be served our exposition. In time we found our spot, and waited while the western sky descended into darkness. And then the show began. It wasn’t spectacular. But it was good. And there were some presentations I had never seen before. All in a all, a splendid time was had by all.

August Sonnet Seven

Before the fireworks, the spark and crack,
the western sky, still lit with northern flare,
descends, that horizontal weakening,
into darkness, obscurity secured,
with some, a little a lot you give or take,
hesitation, the mist before the abyss.
The crowd amassed, dominus vobiscum,
along the river, et cum spiritu tuo,
urges, “always the procreant urge of the world,”
it on—it off, it on, it off, it on—
And so we desire, the respiration of self,
the night, that dark inexplicable delight,
when promised, expecting to be strictly astonished,
something so bright, oh dynamite satellite!

~Son Rivers 2005