Sunday, August 06, 2006

poem for the week: abjectness or something like it

A Reason for Moving
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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