for my head

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Naked Human

I am a child,

playing with its toy –

my toy:

a ball with eyes on it –

 

I roll it

and throw it at the wall –

I pat it

and throw it into the water –

 

perhaps in the end

my toy was broken –

but a toy

has never lasted so long –

 

perhaps in the end

I lost it in the grass –

I have forgotten,

what became of it in the end –

 

perhaps once

I’ll find it anyway –

my toy,

if it is still complete –