(NaPoWriMo Challenge: April 23, 2018)
This is all with the caveat
that a lot of things you see from the outside
looking in, like a great cathedral of mystery
where we go for lessons in humor
and joining in, our laughs floating through
the catholic hall of anything goes.
Your laugh is rigorously good
and profoundly believable
amid all the adjectives of good:
fold-in-half and falling over,
in how to laugh with boys,
how to join in or stake a boundary
or stake a boundary concurrent to joining in,
stay true to yourself
like an oversight committee
in the midst of a joke;
it’s just a joke,
as harmless as sepsis.
Let it rip the seams,
peal out like an eagle,
giggle up to a boiling,
or spurt out
a glamorous guffaw.
You can be playfully vigilant in the mayhem
like those jazz age girls with their liberating,
back-bending laughs behind cigarette holders,
or the sarcastic factory girls, like Ginger Rogers,
who during the war laid down a joke
wielding a hammer drill.
These poems for NaPoWriMo were inspired by a poem I did years ago for my friend Michelle after hearing she passed away, 30 poems for inspiring women connected to me. The title now says "33 Women" because the poem to Michelle poem had already been written as well as two prologues I posted March 31.