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.
Monday, March 8, 2010
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