In Case You Were Wondering

It's like translucent squirts of lemon juice
slipping smoothly into a morning bowl
sliding over stiff yogurt peaks.
Or maybe more like steam rising
from pottery-
curling over a rounded, pattern adorned edge
a gracefully scented cup of coffee.
Mostly like waves crashing and taking from the shore
only to sway innocently back to a deeper topaz.
Occasionally like trooping up a dirty beige road;
curving lustrously through a forest dripping with green.
Sometimes it feels like waking up to a storm
when you snuggle your nose deeper
into the folds of comforter and sheets-
and the rain keeps tripping and falling on aluminum siding
and crowded lilac bushes.
That's what it's like.