In our bathroom we have a framed poem on the shelf by the toothbrushes.
The poem is ‘A boy’s head’ by the late Czech poet and scientist Miroslav Holub
In it there is a spaceship
and a project
for doing away with piano lessons.And there is
Noah’s ark,
which shall be first.And there is
an entirely new bird,
and entirely new hare,
an entirely new bumble-bee.There is a river
that flows upwards.There is a multiplication table.
There is anti-matter.
And it just cannot be trimmed.
I believe that only what cannot be trimmed
is a head.There is much promise in the circumstance that so many people have heads.
Miroslav Holub
I often read this poem while I brush my teeth.
It always make me wonder what might be in a girl’s head.
I have some theories, but am still working on a definitive list…
