Early Morning Sky

want to paint a picture of the early morning sky.

I want to mix my pallet perfectly

to capture the yellows

in their pinks

in their blues.

I want to draw the perfect ripple in the clouds

which looks like a curve on your back

so I extend my hand to touch.

I want to capture the curve in its shape

like molten glass

and guess which bulge will drip

pulling the whole mess down on me

like a cylinder of rain.

I want to wait with long arms in the field

for it to fall from the sky

and consume me.