Inga

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Naked Human

when I was ten years old,

I walked on the beach

and tightened my young muscles

for you, inga –

I waded between stones –

I carried heavy pointed stones

to your port, inga –

I with my bare boy’s feet

in the clear seaweed-flowering water –

and you sat striding

with large eyes and firm round knees,

while I built port

for your ships, inga –

do you remember your mother’s long shadow on the water

and our red faces,

when we were ten years old, inga –