your laugher

your laughter,

however found,

is every snorting ha-ha, 

a slung hammock embracing you, swinging,

every sigh, as if distant rolling thunder,

every voice-sound almost forthcoming, 

itself, a flash-flood brewing.

all of this adventure

is in the mind-quips recoiling

then becoming the dustups of laugher.

every boom is from the lung-drums 

of exaltations. 

all are spiriteds, 

descending from the brain,

while these updrafts 

have emotional reverberations.

they then sound themselves alive,

ascending into a lightness of being, 

yet out of the frame of reference.

for gravity is capable of laugher with us,

in that weight-bearing is now effortless.

where guffaws fly out

as if bats after sunset.

chuckles saw themselves, 

humorously in half.

shrieks and roars become town criers.

snorts are next-breaths wanting in.

sunsets of heartfelts are made of this,

as a whole day is each rejoice of laughter.

your laughter, 

is transforming in every way . . .