Clinging to a kite

[Marcus Nalgaber]

Clinging to a kite

 

 

I go clinging to a kite 
trying to make sure 
my feet 
don't lose a shoe

I cross life quickly 
not to fall prisoner of the winds 
that moments inspire me

I am filled with gestures, 
words and events, 
that orbit around me,
parallel universe 
that I see only in my dreams

how difficult it is to know how to be a hand, 
a kite
and the rope that holds it