Poem About Your Laugh by Susan Glickman
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One thing I didn’t expect was all the laughter. How it bubbles up and just carries you from day to day. How it becomes a presence that you wholeheartedly embrace into your life, as if it had always been there.
Have I ever been loved this much, I ask myself.
It’s amazing what we allow and what we make room for. Almost all my life I thought of despair as a constant companion. Whereas joy—
Poem About Your Laugh
When you laugh it is all the unsynchronized clocks
in the watchmaker’s shop
striking their dissident hours.
It is six blind kittens having the nipples plucked
from their mouths.
It is the ecstatic susurrus of prayer wheels.
When you laugh innumerable
pine trees shed their needles at once on one side
of the forest, indefinably altering the ecosystem.
A thousand miles away
two sharks lose their taste for blood,
mate, start a new species.
When you laugh your mouth
is the Mammoth Cave in Kentucky
and I can curl up there among the bats
intercepting their sonar.
Oh, your mouth is a diver’s bell;
it takes me down untold fathoms.
And when you laugh, old dogs limp
to new patches of sunlight
which they bury for later, knowing something
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This poem appeared in Henry Moore’s Sheep by Susan Glickman, published by Véhicule Press, 1990. Shared here with profound gratitude.
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