“silver lining”

the blue sky skims
the surface of this day;
a mud puddle.

it's needed.

the blue sky, I mean.
not the mud.
there's always more mud.
never enough sun.

it's enough, though,
today, to help me forget
what i have walked through.
for every stain on our soles,
we've stepped on
our fair share of blue skies.