Liquid Mirth

Would you like some liquid mirth?

It glints in the internal sun

It splashes brightly at the simple living sounds

the ringing clink of dishes in the sink

the satisfying clack of cupboards closed

It rushes from the throats of birds

whose spring sound summons lightness

though the sun itself is hidden

Would you like some liquid mirth?

I got it from my son, who played so well

Then we were driving, and he said Don’t!

Don’t make that noise; I chortle; he says don’t

make that one either - it’s weird

But I want to make all the sounds

the clicks, the hums, the burbles

the plocks, the thwings, the brip brip brips

and the warble of my brim-full soul.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 7, 2011