Albert Edelfelt, Lady in a boat (1886)

Lady in a Boat

Nary a sound, air remains deathly still
Here I am with varying thoughts afloat
Not sure if I am here against my will
Without knowing be this a tomb or boat

Not tethered any way to nearby shore
Drifting aimlessly to I don’t know where
Is obvious that I have not an oar
But yet not willing to claim my despair

Were I to scream is there anyone near
Then comes darkness without having a light
Skin is damp a sign of impending fear
Wondering if this be my final night

As if by lightning was struck by a whim
My clothes and I parted went for a swim