Bending Light into Time

To bend, and take on the mortal day—

This day—different from a thousand different

Days: This summer is not the summer before

Or the one before that, while I am also

Not the same. But here it is again, and I

Receive it like a clear glass of time,

Holding it, for now, and shaping as I hold.

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[Todd]

Hey there. It's Todd, Formula1blog.com, and I thought I would assault your web site and share one of my favorite poems. It may be trite, mundane, of lesser skill etc but it has always resonated with me since learning it in College. Cheers.

Keeping Things Whole

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.

- Mark Strand