I don't know about you, but I take things so seriously. It's not that I don't have a sense of humor. I just to need to bump laughter higher up on my list of responses to things. It could be my new year's resolution, though I really don't usually make them.
So, here's the poem:
Finding Humor
With a Nod to May Sarton
Is it hidden
under a rock?
Gone underground?
Risen up to float
on a cloud?
Or is it lurking
behind the very serious
redwood trees,
waiting for the right moment
to leap out and
startle me?
I am bound and determined
to find it.
I will search through
the detritus for
a flash of shine.
I am coming for you,
humor.
Your pixie ways
do not deter me,
for I was told to
hold to three things:
strength; laughter; endurance.
I can conjure strength,
be resolved and enduring.
But laughter?
Well, then...
Here I am -
coming for you.
The May Sarton reference? It's this poem, which I keep close to me and have for a long time.
Maybe it's here?
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