When There Will Be Laughter

One day our great grandchildren will

Remember the day when everyone burst

Into the same simultaneous song of laughter:

The priests and the pastors

The atheists and agnostics

The hippies and homosexuals all stopped

Mid-sentence and took a deep sigh before

Finishing each others’ sentences with a grand

And glorious bout of deep seeded laughter.

The babies, who did not understand, put

Down their rattles and stopped dirtying their diapers

And joined in the hilarity because they understood

In the purest of wildly unarticulated ways.

Priests, politicians and pragmatists all poeticized

That they would stop finishing long dead people’s

Journeys and instead laugh and laugh to laugh.

Everyone felt like it was the first day of school

And despite their reservations they had been

Accepted wholly and cherished plainly by

Their new classmates who grabbed the palms of

Their moist hands and ran towards the tire swing

Where the world’s orbit shrank to the size

Of our ability to understand and love it.

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