I’m here to celebrate
the transition into laughter,
the place frustration gives way
for something less mired,
that sees, perhaps, the same situation
but doesn’t sense a horrid consequence

Knows, somehow,
that it cannot be sunk,
bobs up, like a float,
rockets up, like a kick board,
gaining elevation from the downward push,
buoyancy launching it skyward.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 8, 2021