stephanie concepcion ramirez




I remember wanting so much more from clouds

than the droplets that take up so much space

Aimlessly and freely making way through the inexhaustible sky

I remember thinking I would one day get to the bottom of their plump dense curves

Asking others what they could be made of

A formulaic response and quick turn to reality was enough to snap me out

of my wondering

The daydreams of being submerged in all they could be composed of

Engulfed in possibly knowing the magic of what keeps them afloat

despite their ability to hold the next storm over the horizon

I remember being filled with hope and holding my breath as I flew towards them

getting closer and closer only to be met with disappointment of falling for the illusion of a cloud