Where You Had Never Been Even Once. Poem by RIC BASTASA

you have never been
a feather
never been a cloud
or a dry leaf
but here you are feeling
everything like it

not sick neither tired
nor feeling lonely but here
it is, this lightness of being
which you do not understand
which you cannot translate
in a painting
neither in a poem nor a
diary entry
but here you are feeling as light
as the wind
as though you are molecules gathering
around a palm

helpless and blown away
like some whispers like some
blankness in that universe
where you had never been
even once.