laughing
   the clanking of pots and pans
   squeaks of springs as bodies rise and fall
   full couches
   full lungs
   high ceilings
   white clouds climb the walls and hide in the far corners
   more laughter and I start to wonder what could be so funny
   these are lives
   beating hearts
   effortless inhales and exhales
   living for the sake of being alive
     and the hopes of good times