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.