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.
Today's poetry find. I was so moved by it. It spoke to me in ways that hit so close to home.
It reminded me a lot about Haruki Murakami's Sputnik Sweetheart, which led me to rekindling my unhealthy love for that bizarre story, despite some other negative reviews. It's the irony of longing that I like so much about Sputnik. It reminds you of all the things that seem so distant as it is so close.
What I'm trying to say is, this is one of those days I am glad to be human--to feel, even though to feel comes with a lot of harrowing questions, pain and insurmountable loneliness. Because at the end of the day, something is always better than nothing at all.
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