like rolling in BlueBand
like stirring in warm chocolate watching snow patter on a window
like earl grey sips on a grey afternoon, honey and lemon,
like realizing it’s raining outside and slumber claimed you,
like sinking into bed after a day weeding maize seedlings
like gliding on a slide in Thika and bloop splashing into cool waters
like holding your hand and feeling the wind with the other
as we drive through verdant Idaho fields, the Tetons ahead.