Upon arriving home, I see that someone has left something behind
in our narrow strip of green in front of the house. A little sculpture
in white clay, resembling an entangled couple. The style is similar to a little sculpture someone gave me years ago, which has been
standing on the piano ever since. But the legs and arms of this little
one lying outside have been broken off, they are scattered
underneath the rose bushes. I live close to a rehab clinic, maybe
there is a connection there. Emotional adieus are common here. For
a few days I just left the thing, but now it’s lying on my kitchen
table. It is drying, the legs and arms entangled once again. I’ll place
it back in the strip of green. One doesn’t stay in a clinic forever.