I stole this title from a book
of that name.
I would rather laugh.
I’ve shared the alternative
describing how I’ve lived.
I would rather laugh.
I don’t need to be the
loudest, longest laugher,
just so I can remember
to see, as Shakespeare did,
“”All the world’s a stage,
and all the men and women
merely players,””
Lately, without
the laughing catalyst
that was my clever husband,
I find that laughing at myself
can be delightful.
Like when I sat down
on the cat
and couldn’t stop
the part of me
that sits
once it was into motion,
and the cat- –
he didn’t scratch,
he didn’t act as if
this were untypical.
I picked him up
still laughing
placed him on my lap
where he should have been
in the first place-
and he was completely
loose and limber
like a bag of rice,
laughing at my embarrassment
no doubt
with the dignified laughter of cats
From ‘Like Fallen Snow’
DAYS OF TOGETHER
LIKE FALLEN SNOW
MAYBE SHIRTS ARE EASIER
When Bobby and Bobbie Made Music Together
UNPUBLISHED