Keeping Things Whole

One of my lovely bibliophile friends introduced me to this poem just a few days ago. I think I’ll add it to my favorites.

by Mark Strand

In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.

 

When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body’s been.

 

We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.
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