The naked child is spinning about
In the house happy in his nakedness
Like a small bird flying
Out of the cage
Like a prince
Out of his magic box
Clashing against the sliding doors
Against the wall
Against the things
With his head
With his hands
With his behind
Happy to touch the cold air directly
He is running around
The mother is running after him
Carrying his small nemaki
The naked child
Slender as a fairy
Presses his face
Against the corner of the walls
Holding his breath as if dead
Really small, with his back to his mother
The mother catches him, and
Quickly wraps him in the night kimono
As if she is hiding her precious secret.
