August 2013



it climbs, this light, it sings

as if I follow, sitting in a train

the rhythm of passing ditches,

fences, furrows in fields

as if I run, jump, hurdle

I am sitting on this wooden bench

in white and silence while

my body climbs, following

my eyes along white battens

clambering over seats and walls

ledge, rim, ridge, lath

while voices start to whisper

they tumble, somersault

they dwell between the lines

and splatter into silence:

it climbs, this light, it sings


Myyrmäki church, Juha Leiviskä, Helsinki[/caption]





Klaske Havik