What was God up to
when he came up with this smile thing?
–when it was implanted
within the potentiality of any man, any woman,
any child, or in each and every oldster–
this capacity to instantly broadcast
and then project that joy across space,
sowing contentment like seed corn
into the swirly-world fields of people and places.
Here comes one now– an unexpected smile that
lands suddenly upon my stony day.
What in heaven’s name was Creator intending,
by positioning at the corners of any living human mouth,
or in just any wagging bouche or yapping trap,
this little trickle,
this glistening trace element
of radiant happytude; it shines
through the air, and boldly accross errant cares,
leaping out at us like it owns the place.
What a forcefield of fulfillment,
this silent manifestation of mirthy music!
How could such insignificant little corners of a person’s
dancing with the wrinkly corners of their bright eyes
ever so gracefully–
how could this facial arrangement display
such uninhibited sparkle
such irrefutable iris gleams?
How could this smile leap forth so freely
to disable nearby gloom
and decimate delinquent dismay?
So unashamedly is this random joy
flung at us passersby,
as if to smother with contentment our alienation, outperforming our angst,
destroying our dread,
trumping our worry, like some ace of hearts hidden beneath love’s sleeve.
See the waitress over there
hispanic looking gal–
she doesn’t even need to
do the lips maneuver,
doesn’t even need to turn on a residual sparkle.
Her countenance, by some indeterminate power,
before the mouth even catches up.
How does she do that?
Wonder what God was up to, enacting
this sublime power of the smile.
Look! There it flashes again.