The Will in the Ball Pit

Someone left their will

In the ball pit

No idea

No idea why they had it--

And they?

Who they?

A parent, clearly?

A parent of a child

A child small enough

To go in the ball pit?

We don’t let adults

In the ball pit

We allow it

In certain situations

Like, if we’re tired

If the parents seem

Like they’d scream at us

If we asked them

To remove themselves from the--

But why would they have

Their will on them?

And not even in an envelope

We looked for an envelope

We didn’t find one

Just the will

And we carefully removed

Each ball

From the ball pit

To see if there were any clues

As to who the will belonged to

Because the ink on it

Was smudged

In all the right places

Right meaning

The places where the person’s name

Could be found

But we know their wishes

Their last wishes

And how they’d like

Their estate divvied up

And yes, yes

They have an estate

A sizable estate

And that begs the question--

What were they doing

In a BALL PIT?

And why was their will

Tucked hastily

In a back pocket

Or front pocket

Or jacket pocket?

Or were they just holding it?

Did they let it go on purpose?

Did they want to lose it?
Did they want us to find it?

Why us?

Do they need help?

And what kind of help?

We all tried to remember

Who was there

The night we found the will

But nothing out of the ordinary

Jumped out at us

Two birthday parties

A group of mom’s

A single dad who never looked up from his phone

The whole time he was--

Could it be his?

No, he wouldn’t have gone in the ball pit

Adults who go in the ball pit

Have a certain...look

About them

There’s no easy answer

For what to do

With the will

We found a manila folder for it

And put it in the lost and found

But after an hour or so

We admitted to ourselves

That we couldn’t accept

Keeping it there

Next to baseball caps

And sippy cups

So we moved it

To the cash drawer

Which seemed to acknowledge

The importance

Of the document

There it sits

Waiting for its owner

But what if something happens to them

Before they come back?

Do they realize they’ve lost

Their last testament?

The ball pit has to be refilled

But nobody feels like doing it

It would be like moving on

Moving on without an answer

And how can anyone

Move on

Without that?