http://johntimmons.com/video/archives/488
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=177001
How is it that I can move to keep things whole when I myself am less than whole, less than worthy, less than right? When I move in a field does the air move in to fill the space behind me or do I pass through as less than a leaf, less than a molecule, less than an atom? Or does my physical mass trump my shrunken soul, disappearing heart, and dissipating spirit and the air whooshes in behind me and the field wonders why when something so obviously not whole has passed through yet the air tries to make it so. I am less than whole yet when I move I move to make things whole.
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