The Sky is Still There

 

Sometimes it’s gray and
Everything is inside out a bone-wet chill
Pouring over life, it’s impossible
To go about a sunny day

                              The rain
Hijacks agendas
Even your grocery lists, fulfilled
Barely contained in sopping bags

Your eyes near the end of
Where a rainbow might have been
Light reminding you of other days

Now is not eternity
Tomorrow the sunny day may
Go about you

And at the end of the rainbow,
Where the air wrings itself of wet and gray
Illusion hangs
No part of any gold (fool’s or sage’s)

But you keep looking, keep looking

The sky is still there