Today I can relate to Edward FitzGerald's translation of the Rubáiyát of Omar. This is a Persian poem writtenover a thousand years ago, but still so poignaant about how quickly life moves. It's here, it's gone, and nothing can change that.
"The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it."
We are moving out of our apartment tand I am so infinitely happy to be moving with Allen instead of away from him. Soon we will be in our new home...life keeps moving on.