Blue Skies Ahead

Sometimes you wake to a glorious day.
A clear, azure blue sky with no blemishes,
'cept for the two white lines of travelers,
and the fingernail clip of a waning crescent moon..

Then, the news.  Like some belly punch
that takes your breath away, and wrenches and pulls at your core.
The news that, simply, we are all mortal,
and our struggles are as omnipresent as the clear blue, unblemished sky.

And then, a cloud appears, as out of nowhere, as God's reminder
that life is ever changing and nothing remains the same.

D. R. Normand