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