Like a leaf
That falls upon
My shoulder on
It’s way to
The forests floor
Or a snowflake
That lands upon
My tongue before
Disappearing there or
A bubble whose
Surface shimmers a
Rainbow before delicately
Popping or even
Like that one
Old stale joke
That makes me
Spit out my
Drink before I
Erupt in laughter
I enjoy most
In life being
Tickled a tickle
To me is
Like the finger
Of God on
My ribs reminding
Me that despite
Everything else I
Am still here
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 