The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

(Fog)

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.

(Keeping Things Whole)