no moment is less important than this...

 (a bit of a view from my new isle o' livin')

You know that moment in the summer dusk
when the sunbathers have all gone home to mix drinks
and you are alone on the beach

when the waves begin to nibble
on the abandoned sand castles—
And further out, over the erupted face

of the water stained almost pink
there are a few clouds that hold
entire rooms inside of them—rooms where no one lives—

in the hair
of the light that soon will go
grey and then black. It is the moment

when even the man who mops the floor
in the execution room of the prison
stops to look up into the silence

that grows like smoke or the dusk itself.
And your mind becomes almost visible
and you know there is nothing

that is not mysterious. And that no moment
is less important than this moment.
And that imprisonment is not possible.

"After Ritsos" by Malena Mörling, from Ocean Avenue. © New Issues Press, 1999.

As you're reading this, I shall be shoving many boxes around and reorganizing my entire life.  I'm a little stunned by the quickness of how all of this has fallen into place.  In some ways, it is literally been six weeks from a random conversation to driving a U-Haul into a new zip code.  

In other ways, I can see the thread beginning last January when I was hired to accompany a studio of violin students in May.  That paid for my ESL course in July.  Which led to a contact and a contract teaching position in September.  Which is paying for this transition period and move.  And I just received news that I could begin teaching--not in January as originally planned--but next week.

So, there will be a few moments at some point next week where I shall sit still and marvel at the serendipity in my current path.

Happy Friday!