In That Place... Poem by RIC BASTASA

arriving there
we begin to change
we shed off
all shreds
all colors of expectations

we have learned
that we do not really need
the rainbow
neither its tail end
nor its bridge

we are met with the
substance
of having to hold on to
a horizon
without sun

the weight of
nothing
that gives no odor
that bears
no weight even
that of a feather

when we ask
how come that despite everything
the growing and blooming
there is still
the quintessence of an
existence

we are only embraced by those
incomplete arms
hands without fingers
face without eyes

yet somehow we are amazed
it is the face that sees everything
it is the arms that is warmer
without those fingers

with all the feelings of wants
we have become less of what we are
when we have shed
everything like all the leaves of those trees
we have met the essence of space
the comfort of the wind
the soothing silence