Tickled

I imagine to tickle my mind. I giggle loudly inside.

Eyebrows sifting left to right, I am lying on a grass field

under a gush of warm breeze of July.

I wonder maybe, you will come home and smile.

I wonder maybe, tomorrow will mesmerize and shine.

Across the sky, I will lift up my hands,

Draw a skyline on the tips of my composing,

And breathe in music notes in swirly lines

— I imagine to tickle my mind.