Cloudy Eggs

I guess when things get cloudy
We forget.
We forget the sky's still there
Past the murk
If only we care to remember it.
We forget the sun still shines
Behind her dressing screen.
We forget that when it clears
The warmth falls on our faces
As it dries our wet selves out.
When the clouds are forming
We count the eggs
That have fallen from our basket
Rather than the ones still in it,
We count the broken shells we tread on
Not the smooth ones in our grasp.
Once you count those, my friend
The clouds disappear,
The sun comes out in her splendour,
You learn to cling to what matters in the tempest
And you will know what it is
To have courage.