Laughter Tickles Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Finding somewhere to be, deep inside of my soul, tranquil and happy just to be here.
Laughter tickles with emotional clarity, taking me on a journey into spacious living rooms of imagination.
Searching is at a standstill for the time being - no worries as I settle down interiorly.
Focusing tightly on exaggerated views, talently taking place on roads of fancy.
Becoming loosely connected, tracing patterns in my mind.