If I am not as serious as I usually am,
maybe I will laugh again.
Maybe the tragedy is comedy and the nature of existence is
A joke I can laugh at with swelling, swaying belly and gasping for breath.
The punchline, of course:
We’re all gonna die!
Crumpled over with laughter, my back and shoulders rocking up and down,
Abdominal muscles contracting, sore tomorrow.
If I’m not so serious then I can hold
If it’s nothing special,
Snow melting into grainy gray slush,
sun warming and melting into a smooth shine,
then it’s the most amazing thing.
The most necessary thing.
To laugh again.