Laughter

In the dimly lit embrace of evening's stage,
A solitary microphone awaits—no script, no page.
Here, where shadows and light conspire to dance,
A single figure steps forth, seizing chance.

With a jest, the room ignites, laughter shared,
A communion of spirits, momentarily paired.
The comedian, a weaver of words, draws from the air
Tales not written, but born from the dare.

In the laughter, a depth, a resonance felt,
A connection to earth, to the lives we've dwelt.
Each chuckle, a ripple across the room's sea,
Uniting strangers in a moment's glee.

Interaction sparks brighter flames, laughter renewed,
An invisible thread through the crowd, subtly viewed.
A glance, a word, a shared memory’s cue,
In this space, our common humanity comes through.

The art of the moment, an improvised path,
Finds humor in the mundane, a warm, gentle bath.
Yet beneath the surface, a rich tapestry lies,
The laughter a cover for the wisdom it belies.

As the night unfolds, each laugh a beacon bright,
Illuminating connections, casting out the night.
Here, in the spontaneous exchange, a truth is found,
In our laughter, our shared human ground.

When the lights dim, and the laughter fades to a sigh,
The warmth of the shared jest refuses to die.
For in those moments of laughter, a bridge was built,
Across divides, with humor and without guilt.

So, we depart into the night, richer than before,
Carrying the laughter, a treasure to store.
In the improv of life, we find our script anew,
Crafted in moments of joy, honest and true.