Tickling Imagination Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Beautiful, fluffy white clouds merging together across the
sky, changing shape, drifting along to destinations we
humans have no idea where to.

Wishing to reach up and touch them, run poetical fingers
through their heights and depths, wondering what they act-
ually feel like.

If senses could identify what feeling them would be like,
loving when they drift into different patterns, showing
this mind, dogs, birds, turtles.

All sorts of images that tickle our imaginations as we
continue to lie back and watch for a while, before going
back to a mundane life.