CRACKING UP

 

There is something in me

always longing to be released,

unfettered,

free.

 

It expresses as laughter

or escapes under cover of laughter

or as a condition for laughter.

I don’t know the what or how of it,

I only know

it cracks me Up!

 

Shoving poise aside,

and with no respect for decorum

laughter erupts from me.

It bursts forth.

 

At times,

I feel my sides will split,

my hands tingle,

and I can’t catch my breath.

 

It’s such a rush

and release,

this cracking Up.

 

It’s so unrestrained.

Rolling.

Knee slapping.

Jumping up and down.

Laughter.

 

Often,

it’s attracted to the company of loved ones,

the antics of children and the childlike,

a clever joke or pun,

or an amusing story, well told.

 

It can also come unbidden

in the face of absurdity,

foolishness,

or when events defy explanation.

 

Now and then,

I may deem laughter

inappropriate for the occasion.

I try to stifle it.

It’s irrepressible.

It explodes.

It breaks me Up.

 

Laughter will have its way.

I don’t know why.

I don’t know what laughter is.

I don’t care.

It always leaves me more relaxed.

Smiling and softer.

Gentler.

 

I thank God for laughter.

It never brings me down.

It cracks me Up!

Copyright© 2018  Tekla A. Syers All rights reserved.


-Tekla A. Syers

 

 

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