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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July 17, 2011 at 11:18 pm
River King
This is so beautiful
the pictures are touching
and the poem is so subtle
July 18, 2011 at 7:32 am
DKO
Thank you