Keeping Things Whole

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.

by Adryan Rotica

Comments (3)

Great poem. A poem by Mark Strand, whom you didn't gave credit. What's hard about giving credit?
A motion that is magnetic and a poem that is profound. Well written.
this is the best reason i have ever read to keep moving and i heart this poem. xxsjg~