Strings across my ribcage like a pearl necklace
I’m not quite sure why I’d wear a pearl necklace
But the soul wants what the soul wants
And it string across my ribcage like a pearl necklace
A perfect parabola of compressed content
Compressing doubts and anxieties
Until they liquefy, drip, then waterfall
Leaving my soul 75% lighter
Light enough to smile.
To be clear: this is not the laughter of the soul
There is no expansive, proselytizing joy
There is no agape.
This is the absence of worry.
This is ukulele and kazoo music indoors, with a view of a sunny, 45 degree day outside.
This is my soul smiling.
