You tickle me
Like riddles or
Those Chinese finger
Puzzles things you
Say make me
Cock my head
Curiosity sets in
Like warm sun
On icy ponds
Slowly melting me
Now free to
Flow I ripple
Tripping over the
Boulders you are
Finally landing in
The pool of
Linen and down
Where I swim
Until the morning
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 