Giggle

- for lulu

On the day you were born,

Ell Pond must have brimmed

to tickle all the toes

of elm and fir, their limbs

dripping with dew and finch chatter.

Must have tickled you too.

I want to hear you giggle

like the summer day, you and Ernie

dived for haddock, already hooked once

and tossed out by fisherman

because they loved your laugh.

Like the chowder, necessary nurture -
like the sea to float a family
shore to shore -  see, even life boat.
I imagine it could run with
the tide, maybe even run amok.

Love how it splashes everything.

How it touches us with a light

twinkling like Mars and Jupiter,

chasing the moon.  Let's suppose
there’s no need to dive for fish again,

when the gift is in the giggle.