Published in: "What is Laughter?"
by Lexie Brockway Potamkin with Artist Romero Britto
Without any rhyme or reason,
Nor effort or pleasing,
This delicate emotion arises from the core
Of my gentle spirit.
Discretely with subtlety, it climbs through the layers of
Hope, desperation, love, anguish, peace, anger,
Strength and weakness,
Guilt, shame, sympathy, empathy,
Exhilaration and inhibition.
It emerges brilliant and triumphant,
Glorious in its appearance.
My body welcomes the warmth, the sweetness,
Its agile way of purely being.
My heart thanks it incessantly for the simplistic joy,
Soothing away the painful scars from long ago.
My psyche remembers to mindfully capture
This precious moment in time, as if it were the last.
My soul knows no other.
The smile on my lips is offered delightfully
As if a tender gift from a child.
I naively transcend into its infinite amusement.
Please stay with me for a while.
Oh, What It Is To Laugh…