Clarity in the Sky

At first, what is above my head is murkier
than a coffee cup mixing black and cream, swirling round
about until disrupted by a rupture of a stone
breaking through, sending ripples, that close quickly
what used to be a path.

There was a promise - things will be clearer
one day at a time this summer. Every day I get closer
to clarity. There is no more movement. The sun is sharp
piercing through what is left, of what used to be like a blanket,
hiding stones, some small, some big.

Today the sky is everywhere blue, and the sun
will journey unresisted. The murkiness is gone
and the wind alone raises the dust, exposing my eyes,
To witness a cloud-less sky.