Clouds Go By

As I see the clouds go by

I ignite me, coax me

To photograph it,

To write it,

To paint it

But then that makes me a foreigner

An artist strolling by,

Acknowledging it,

And capturing it.

But then,

If I just stay

Let it pass by

Let it lose moment by moment,

Maybe, I’ll become its part

Myself A piece of art.