Sea in the Sky

The clouds are coming to collect me.

Lift me,    beyond

the wispy reach of fading fields and broken mountains

hunched

and buried, hiding in the earth.

Here,

there is no weight.

    Just the space between

        that sings into the air.

And light,

through the tear in these clouds

        that suddenly makes me seen

    makes me

aware.

About the Author

Rebecca Andrade is a student at Arcadia studying creative writing. She may or may not get all her best ideas after long car rides or brainstorming in the most confined places she can find.