Clouds

Hanging around like kids on street corners

lumbering giants shuffling across the sky

motion - imperceptible

silent and gossamer like

vapour and ice

whispy fingers

shaped by currents of winds on high

some forboding

black and angry 

threatening rain

some light and fluffy

all stitched together by the trails of aeroplanes

held up on the wings of gliders

look up and see their shapes 

copy and pasted

over and over and over

familiar shapes

recognisable but transient 

ephemeral

fleeting.

There...

...then gone