Inside - a poem about the experience of wind

from behind the windowpane

I watch the trees changing position,

the wide flag opening-up

and fainting against the pole again,

the clouds trailing from left to right

looking for a better shape

continuously dissatisfied with the result

of their contours

I erase my knowledge on the existence of wind

and here I am, behind the window,

glancing at a world where things move,

dance, rise, and fall

change shape and tremble

following their own intentions and life plans,

and it all seems random and without explanation,

absurd movements of isolated things

and I realize I have lived my entire life

inside

without feeling the wind

just learning about it

and hoping it exists

and now it feels right

to get outside

and to let the invisible flow,

to prove its force

and my hair dances

in the same rhythm with the trees and the flag,

and my tears dry

as my gaze deciphers

a sweet smile in the clouds.