The Feeling.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

sometimes we
feel this waste of having to write on water

something that we never really walked upon
but we never really mind

we know what we are doing
we are these friends of the air

and even if we do not know what happens next
or where we are ultimately going

we simply keep doing and going and going
because we have to, because we really have to

someone is dictating us, what to write,
what word to use, and then the fountains of wisdom

keep flowing and flowing and flowing
i guess, you feel it right, this is the prelude

about eternity, about the unceasing journey
into something heavenly, something noble, and yet just felt

never seen, never tasted, never touched.