Saturday, December 29, 2012

...the future unknown...


The calendar all booked up, the future unknown.
The cable silently hums some folk song
but lacks a country.  Snow falls in the gray sea.  Shadows
fight out on the dock. 


Halfway through your life, death turns up
and takes your pertinent measurements.  We forget
the visit.  Life goes on.  But someone is sewing 
the suit in silence.  

Tomas Transtromer
translation:  Robert Bly 
Photo:  Peter Bowers