One little ball rolls along,
quietly passing by your eyes,
it moves in complete silence
and then you realize . . .
The little wooden ball, where’s it gone? —
vanished as swiftly as it appeared —
you’re searching for it on the ground
and suddenly you disappear into a little,
You’re following the ball that frolics along,
going down a path long since formed,
rolling on, it rolls, and rolls on still,
and when you think it’s stopped,
it rolls again!
The little wooden ball is joined by more
The two become three, the three become four
Increasing in numbers, together they roll
And when you lose count
even more come along!
Little wooden balls make up rolling falls,
surging, stampeding, onwards they roll,
dashing, smashing, crushing the rock,
and when you look below
there’s millions more!
Innumerable balls now bounce and roll
relentlessly they roar beyond control
They rumble and tumble off the walls
and then one stops and shouts:
‘Roll down the hall!’
Down the hall you ricochet on
rebounding and rolling with a torrent of balls
picking up speed — a deluge unfolds —
you can’t take it anymore more —
so faster they go!
Like thunder they roll and gather more power
they plunge with the strength of a meteor shower
one muscle, one ram, one ultimate force
and on the eleventh hour
the impetus grows!
Little wooden balls are crashing the course
impact is imminent so faster they go
relentless momentum blasts through the core
and then there was silence . . .
And one little hole!