By the time I was six months old, she knew something
was wrong with me. I got looks on my face
she had not seen on any child
in the family, or the extended family,
or the neighborhood. My mother took me in
to the pediatrician with the kind hands,
a doctor with a name like a suit size for a wheel:
Hub Long. My mom did not tell him
what she thought in truth, that I was Possessed.
It was just these strange looks on my face—
he held me, and conversed with me
chatting as one does with a baby, and my mother
said, She’s doing it now! Look!
She’s doing it now! and the doctor said,
What your daughter has
is called a sense
of humor. Ohhh, she said, and took me
back to the house where that sense would be tested
and found to be incurable.
Diagnosis by Sharon Olds
go for the joy
– Mimi Clark
there's laughter in the air
flickering like candle light
pouring out of us like joyful waterfalls.
touching hearts and ears.
through the air around us,
soaking into our pours,
permeating our bones,
making us strong.
why should we worry?
is there some black cloud above us?
let it go.
let's laugh till our bellies hurt.
then laugh some more,
til the cows come home
and the sun comes rushing out
from it's nights slumber to find the reason!
till all the corners of the world
need to wipe their eyes on their handkerchiefs
along with everybody busting a gut
and we all take great big sighs of relief.
Draw a crazy picture,
Write a nutty poem,
Sing a mumble-gumble song,
Whistle through your comb.
Do a loony-goony dance
‘Cross the kitchen floor,
Put something silly in the world
That ain’t been there before.
PUT SOMETHING IN by Shel Silverstein