Sitting on a swing,
head titled back,
legs swaying back and forth,
gawking at the bright blue sky…
I wonder how the clouds
assemble to fashion
such perfectly-shaped
white cottony images?
I’ve seen this before
almost a billowy-type motif.
Yet, it’s not important
because I like it all the same.
And just like that
without warning or discourse
sudden interruption:
the clouds dissipate.
