A woman on the boat

[Marcus Nalgaber]

A woman on the boat

 

 

Is it madness
to feel that I don't weigh
that I am nothing
but a moment of doubt
that holds me
as I hesitate
on the edge of myself?
 
Is it madness
to catch the air when it comes
scented
to smell it later
opening
slowly the hand?
 
To shout
from a boat
so that the voice can  navigate?
 
Is it madness to embrace a love
and feel
that there is only clothes
in your arms?

Is it madness
to close your eyes and keep watching?
 
Is it madness a friend
having a strange name?