The billowing clouds of all shapes and  

sizes and all shades of whites and grey  

all float across the backdrop of  

sunshine blue so consistently and in sync 

that I think I can see the Earth's rotation. 

The spinning almost imperceivable to a miniscule being  

to the scale of the planet. 

Yet the clouds remind me that we are in constant motion  

whether we remember or notice it at all. 

Just like time can pass with shocking quickness 

as our eyes close at night 

Ticking closer to the unseen end 

The clouds cry themselves into oblivion to escape  

being this drifting reminder of things  

that will continue on without us 

Dropping into a tangible form 

Accessible by those connected to the ground 

by the weight of gravity 

Unable to drift along a peaceful galaxy of  

light blue any longer 

After all, if we were all to float up into the sky, 

all would be obscured, 

until the heavy weight of pressure 

transforms us into liquid.