Too Short to Slam, Too Long to Save for Later

Sometimes I swear I can feel my soul smiling

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.