Is laughter considered self tickling?
Or is it a tickle at a distance
Like a drive by shooting without the pain?
Involuntary is what it seems to me
And then it must be more like a gift quite well wrapped and very well hidden
Like the valley?
And really if a valley is hidden where really is it?
And who knows?

The sound of laughter is sharable
Rice falling in a kitchen floor
And too transparent to find again without sweeping it up and throwing it away
It might be soft and shy
A wool sweater that falls in the back of a walk-in closet
Footsteps on a carpet
Nobody hears it so nobody knows it
Unless their ears are open and attentive to the giver

Earth shattering and quite conspicuous
Literally disturbing
Please
Don’t do that again

Or better
Shut up!
Not so much a gift as a joke
And then who’s laughing?

Not me

But it is not controllable this gift we give when given the gift of the impulse to share ourselves with anyone in hearshot
So in our freedom slash lack of control
Let us just make the most of the sounds around us the things we see with eyes now wet from wit well used and so very funny

Do not close it in with a haha but let it breathe and spell itself
Give new definition to the smile