laughter wells up, uninhibited.
I couldn’t giggle in kindergarten
where shyness blocked spontaneity.
But somewhere in the decades to follow
I learned the difference between giggles,
guffaws and belly laughs.
Giggles reduce me to tears sometimes,
rarely shed tears.
Dry tears, wet laughter.
Friends who laugh for the joy of being,
together at last.
How have I lived without you?
Maybe I never did.
A blank in the mosaic of my life fills.
Giggles tickle my nose, fill my ears,
expand into my aura with goodwill.
My soul smiles.