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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1 Response to Mark Strand

  1. shinichi says:

    Keeping Things Whole

    from Selected Poems

    by Mark Strand

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