Slow Music

(Found here)

The building not open today. The sun crowds in through the

    windowpanes

and warms the upper side of the desk

which is strong enough to bear the fate of others.

Today we are outdoors, on the long wide slope.

Some have dark clothes. If you stand in the sun, and shut your eyes,

you feel as if you were being slowly blown forward.

I come too seldom down to the sea. But now I have come,

among good-sized stones with peaceful backs.

The stones have been gradually walking backwards out of the sea.

~Tomas Tranströmer (Translated by Robert Bly)