Keeping Things Whole | A poem by Mark Strand, 1964

L.A. Ring, Summer day on Enø, Denmark, 1913
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.
Mark Strand, 1964
collection: Sleeping With One Eye Open

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