Moving on

Today I can relate to Edward FitzGerald's translation of the Rubáiyát of Omar.  This is a Persian poem written over 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.