On any day when the blue sky
is so dizzyingly big that its blueness alone
closes your mouth,
unhappiness is but an irreverent joke
uttered by blind quipsters
and I don't even pause to laugh.

Then, by silver strings
whose sparkle stings my eyes,
the clouds haul in that zeppelin of gray
and the sun is forced to cyclically aid
in the arrival of twilight.

Gloominess propagates in my thoughts
but the warm breath of that delicate
blueness (memory now) slices through
with its welcome, neutrino-like pervasiveness.

It reminds me that to be alive
is to grip tightly that brilliant blue.