There’s something about laughter–
beautiful, spontaneous, wild, and free.
Golden, springy curls of childhood untucked.
Stack of papers turned loose by the wind,
each sheet traveling independently.
Balloon, filled with air–pop!–
an unexpected explosion–
the air filled with colorful gasses.
Shotgun rhythm–each hand
slapping the sturdy oak of the dinner table–
a jolt through the musician’s body.
What was bound is now unbound,
contained-now set free.
This is a poem by written by a personal friend of mine that I just love! So I posted it for your enjoyment as well!