and laughed like rain on skin
and laughed like a blanket on grass
and God laughed with us
and trees bent their buds to my nose
and I to your tongue.
Now, though all is night
and the clouds have hidden
every moon I stare through the sky,
I laugh with the clouds
and I laugh as a storm rends trees
and as a river lashes the soft bank,
and God laughs with me and graciously
bends the breeze
to carry me the smell of your hair.
written as a text draft on a Nokia cellphone, 6-9-11