what window shopping brought into my life

today, on the way home from a very nice lunch, my friend and i passed a new store and literally turned the car around to go and inspect what was there.....

in this little shop a jumble with trendy furniture, random kitchen wear, and strange prickly pink floral balls, is where i found something that i had been searching for...pablo neruda

and with this unexpected expedition this poem came into my life....

today, how many hours are falling
into the well, into the net, into time;
they go slowly but never stopped to rest,
they keep on falling, swarming together
at first like fish,
then like falling bottles or stones.
there below the hours come
to agree with the days,
with the months, with blurred memories,
with uninhabited nights,
clothes, women, trains, provinces,
and time collects,
hour upon hour
dissolves in silence,
crumbles and falls
into the acid of all ruins,
into the black water
of the inverted night.

as we start and finish our days it is interesting what we collect and how things blend together and how a random moment in a shop can bring enlightenment to ones life.