Keeping Things Whole
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.

Previously on Arthurmag.com:

1. A Poem from Jim Benz
2. A Poem from Hugh Fox
3. A Poem from Nicole Kuwik
4. A Poem from Pat A. Physics
5. A Poem from Elizabeth Bishop

Beautiful.