One morning at nine past five,
a funny memory came to him
in his apartment on
and he suddenly laughed out loud.
It led him to wonder
how many people across the earth
were also laughing
at that precise moment.
Could it maybe be millions?
And could that be true
of almost any moment?
When he’s making his morning coffee,
are millions of people
powerless to stop laughing?
When he’s taking his to-do list
so seriously, are millions
laughing because at that moment
life seems as light as the sunlight
that’s landing on his lawn
just then at nineteen past five?