Litany Imitation

You are the peanut butter and the jelly,
the cheese and the macaroni.
You are the milk to my chocolate chip cookie
and the water to quench my thirst.
You are the music to my ears,
and the comfort of a blanket.

However, you are not the stars in the night sky
Shadow in the ally,
or children playing in the streets.
And you are certainly not the bright colors of fall.
There is just no way that you are the bright colors of fall.

It is possible that you are smell of rain on the pavement,
maybe even the smile on a baby's face,
but you are not even close
to being the little hand on the grandfather clock.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the puppy
nor kitten at play.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the newborn fawn in the meadow.

I also happen to be the blue in the sky,
Rainbow after it rains
and the fruit picked fresh in the morning.

I am also the birds in the sky
and the snails on the ground.
But don't worry, I'm not the peanut butter and the jelly.
You are still the peanut butter and the jelly.
You will always be the peanut butter and the jelly,
not to mention the cheese and--somehow--the macaroni.