Arcadia

By Kritika Gupta

the glorious blue cotton trees

that sit atop the mountains

each day, each night

I feel the weight of the world,

crumble me under the ground

but when I feel the sky above,

creep inside my fingertips

and kiss my cheeks

and sway my heart,

the moment lightens me

and like the breezy, free air

I feel myself float on thin air

and reach the golden-pink skies

filled with raindrops and cherries

their un-arduous smell makes me weak

there is a sense of pure calm and peace

and for a moment,

I let myself breathe

until my bubble of bubble gum cloud pops

and there I go tumbling down,

into the deep ocean of life, once again

I meet the world

that is just below heaven.

By Kritika Gupta