I Wait For the Laughter

Where does laughter go when it's done? What becomes of joyful sounds that are spun? Do those waves fly off and tarry somewhere, to another dimension, or just hang in midair? Does that energy know when there's someone in need? Does it rush down to save them at breakneck speed? 'I needed that laugh' I will hear someone say as their soul is replenished to get through one more day If such is the case, and I could be wrong, then it seems it's been tarrying for far too long The demand is so great but the workers are few and spread out so thin it takes time to get through As I scan the horizon and search the skies for something familiar with tearful eyes And a heart that is heavy from all that I see I wait for the laughter to come back to me © Mike Wise 3-20-23