One day he was driving to school
when he suddenly started laughing.
He couldn’t have told you
why he was laughing.
The daylight along the fields
wasn’t especially amusing,
nor was the wind
among the limbs of trees.
True, he had been talking to himself –
that might become parts of poems –
but the sentences
weren’t even worth smiling about.
Still, there he was,
moving along Main Street
in a car filling up with laughter.
Oddly, it filled so full
that the laughter finally
flowed out the window
and followed a wind over a field
far from his school.