The universe is my colander

And I its bountiful harvest

Beams of sun slip through the holes of the kitchen tool colored a cool earl gray

Bursting into a golden shower of mist

Cascading down my skin as the sky's dew

Onto the earth as the heaven's kind gift of growth and replenish

I cover the sun's iridescent glow with lathers of sunscreen and a chirpy attitude as the children start puddling in

I tell the children at the pool that I get covered in sun sprinkles when they ask why my skin is so tan

Or why I look like Raya from Raya and the Last Dragon's long lost sister

Before taking them to scoop their favorite ice cream from earnest doggy-paddle digs of chlorine and chemicals

Some imagine strawberry, others imagine mint chocolate chip, and a handful imagine peach

I imagine an ice cream flavor that tastes like the sun

And I imagine

What kinds of wonders will the universe filter through tomorrow?