Sonnet for July

Surprise they say can come in many ways And takes on different colors, shapes, and forms, But something I have learned in recent days: Surprise is most surprising when it swarms. For after several weeks of contemplations On why the contents of my cup seemed slim A refill banished any consternation And now the liquid’s pouring o’er the brim Such that I cannot hope to drink it all— In any kind of short order or grace; Instead I’ll try to start by sipping small And gradually imbibe in even pace. But even if I catch one precious taste, I’ll worry not for what has gone to waste.