The sky is perfect
except for a few whispy white clouds
hung there with the express purpose
of pointing out how blue
the rest of it is.

The univers spins around me
and blesses me
on days like these
from all directions.

Nothing is amiss.
Nothing is out of place.
No sorrows
or dangers,
no pain in evedence.

These are the days that terrify me.

Because I see other people -
much better people than me, really -
struggling so hard every day
for the simplest things

while I sit back and receive
seemingly endless gifts
from a doting universe

and I can't help but wonder:
How blue were their skies
yesterday?

09/27/2005