Nice.

It's nice

to get away

for five minutes

just

to look

at the clouds:

they're so

airy

and 

they don't judge

or

ask for any favours.

Looking at them,

you realise

you've just got to

push on

and stop

making bones

where there's 

only flesh.

As you sit there

you realise

the point

you wanted to convey

has slipped away;

so you

just

sit there.

(But

then

a siren

causes you to stir:

you look at the birds

and see

that you'd

better start heading back.)