poetry promise

4 Apr

I promise not to become too esoteric, constantly posting poems that  disrupt our ability to websurf and engage in easy reading, if you promise to give me a break today. I found this little gem that I loved in high school, back in the day when I wore way too much black eyeliner and wrote terrible poetry. (hmmm, where is that photo of me with tons of make-up all dressed in black with a snarl on my face?)

Anyway, yoga givs this poem a new life for me:

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.

	-- Mark Strand


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