Laugh

What is a good laugh? Does it hurt?
Do you remember the sound
Years later in darker times?
Does it call you back to light
When things go wrong?

The best laughs you remember
The ones that make the sun dance
The ones that make the soul dance
The ones happy cannot describe
Like Mr. Faulkner's laugh
A gleeful living, breathing sound within
A bearded piano tuning language arts teaching
Genius

That laugh meant we had done something special
Brilliant when we did not know our own abilities
In high school we would wish ourselves
Into hearing him.
"Faulkner's Here! Faulkner's Here!"
Shining eyes,
Dancing souls

Hearing that laugh.