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. 
Una versión al castellano acá.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
