I don't remember where I've seen this, I probably posted it in a journal entry or something, but I absolutely adore this poem:



"Keeping Things Whole"



In a f ield

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