Sitting on the front porch swing

Watching the clouds transform

As they swirl

And crash into each other;

Mixing and changing so naturally.

Separate ,

Then together.

Separate

And one.

Give and take; meld.

Never the same cloud remains

When i take my eyes away.

And they dance on

Dissapating

Becoming the air that I breathe.

I look back and they are gone;

And look back.