Going With The Flow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Clouds gathering, piling upon one another, creating a
mountain of fluff, watching and smiling as it happens.

Wondering in amazement at how air currents bring them
together, different images sitting in their existence.

Showing off because they can, enjoying the solitude
they proclaim to be theirs.

Feeling their peaceful serenity as they travel silently
across the sky.

Having no sense of direction, just going with the flow
wherever it happens to take them.