Here is Light, he is wandering in the archipelago,
along the lace-like coast, along the edge of baked
pancakes. Here is Light, he is
a transparent child, he is tattered along the edges
and takes the journey, a full-blown raft, jollyboat trusting the wind.
He’s not conscious at all. In his thoughts
he tastes the green algae on the beach stone,
cleans his teeth with saltwater. Knee-deep
Light wades and rushes stitch his thighs
and at the end of the dock floats the lumpy spoiled porridge,
he reaches out towards it, translucent and windowy child,
easier to interpret than a mirror or handwriting,
he stretches forward pulled by a greater power,
undercurrent? sea wind? or is that the way he trips
into knowledge, i just meant to dip a little, what is happening to us?
Explanation: Light is also a name of a child in this book. Valo, “light”, can actually be a person’s name in finnish, though it is not a common name. Through this book walks a child called Light.
© translated by Kelly Lenox