. . . And then one day we were empty, depleted of selves, and when this happened, at first it was quiet all around, all of us stunned by the sudden vanishing of familiar noise.
Then came laughter. The babies started it. They seemed thrilled to find us suddenly without filters. Like them, we couldn’t help ourselves. It was hilarious. We went on for a long time.
We made a mess of our faces, a mess of our forums. The rooms exploded with an extravagance of sudden joy, and all decorum shattered at our feet. Leaking from our eyes, it washed us.
We looked around and we saw one another. The babies knew us.
4 thoughts on “Coda”
Goo goo ga ga.
Seriously, this little crumb captures the spirit of childlike joy—free of pretense—beautifully. It makes me want to laugh until I cry!
: ) So glad to hear this!
Awesome work. I’m really glad I subscribed to your blog.
Marty, thank you. The feeling is mutual. Loving your video poems!