There is something in our world that creeps along the edges of the road
It finds its way across the street
Into the open doors of schools,
It climbs like Ivy up the walls
Of churches, hospitals, funeral parlors.
Without warning it claims you.
You feel it in your gut
It possesses your throat
It forms around your mouth.
Then you hear it escape.
You have been a host for laughter
and you just cannot stop smiling.