It's Still Life

Humour in a Foreign Language

I heard your voice
muffled in the swirl
of the Nautilus Room.

Heard you laughing
in a language I
didn’t understand,

as if humour is
breath. Or DNA.
Humour should be

a birthright, like
2 ears and a nose.
Like free speech.

And the room falls
about laughing. You
have them all rolling

in the aisles, and
speaking a language
that’s not my own.

Image WikiArt “Saint-Germain Nightclub” by Gerard Sekoto, 1960 (fair use)   © Misky 2020 #APoemADay on Twitter @Experimentsinfc