It’s poetry month

I’m at my computer these days, and that’s pretty normal for me. I was in search of music for doing tedious financial work, and stumbled upon an ambient composer I had never heard before.

Under the video there were the most extraordinary comments. I wandered in one thread and came upon this:

The future is being accomplished now,
If I raise my hand a little,
All five beams of light will stay with you.
Each day I used my collar bones
For shoring up the past,
as though with timber,
I measured time with geodetic chains
And marched across it,
as though it were the Urals. –
~Arseny Tarkovsky

Poetry finds you, like music and stray cats do, as you make your way through life.

Be well, and at peace,

Love,