Mark Strand – Keeping Things Whole

Hundred and Sixty Nine 9.26.16

Oh man, what a Fall! Woke up early this morning and felt that coolness of the air on my skin after a long and hot summer. Woke up to a gray sky, and to smell of woods and the rain. I live right next to massive National Park (?) damp, round, earthy, and wet –  I have been getting a lot of sleep over the weekend, eating good food, and playing, oh I am sore from dancing! life is great – but then when I was reading this poem it brought forth a heaviness to my little heart, almost made me cry..maybe later. It made me think of my time in D.C, and my time anywhere really!.. and for a second my heart sank..There was this tiny voice asking, when is the next move? Where to? and maybe even a tinier voice waaaaay far in distance asked – why? We all move.. from one moment to another, always.. and all of us have our reasons.. I move, I guess, because that’s the best way I know how to stay.

Mark Strand
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.

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