So serious

Gone fishin'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.

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

the sacred.

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.