Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Naked Human

not that thought,

that I still walk on the path –

that I still have the safe mountain wall

by my side –

that flowers grow there –

and that the grass muffles the hardness of the step –

that the cliff irradiates the heat of the sun –


this, that I know,

that I can take a misstep –

that there is an abyss –

that I must walk safely,

and that the mountain wall by my side

moved closer to the edge, the further I reach –

that the path gets harder,

and the stones sharper –

that the grass turns yellow,

when I approach the sun.