Did you ever wake up laughing?
But it's as rare as meeting someone you will love for the rest of your life
And I've come into it just as unknowing.
One moment, asleep in the whispering of leaves, mind blank as a baby's,
And in the next, God has delivered the joke that explains it all,
And I wake up laughing.
Some things are effortlessly perfect--
Like a plate of scrambled eggs on a Sunday morning,
Tea on a wooden table outdoors in the afternoon,
Or the one you love beside you in the evening, reading with her glasses on, the ones she only wears at home;
And for some reason, that's as pleasing as anything you can think of.
I wonder sometimes,
Is it the rainy funerals that are the dream?
Is it the losses that tear one's heart like a paper ticket to nowhere
That are the illusion?
Will I one day close my eyes,
Just for a moment,
Lost in the whispering of leaves,
Mind blank as a baby's,
And in the next, wake up laughing?
(This poem is dedicated to my father. I hope he woke up laughing.)