Keeping Things Whole (Monday Poem)

 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.

from Selected Poems by Mark Strand 

Alfred A. Knopf, 2002