I Move

i move and part air
infront of me

the air fills every empty space
i created

i leave every step
and behind me another wholeness

comes, like i part the water of the river
with my hands
my feet catch what water i parte
and then
everything is whole again

i move, therefore,
to make all emptiness full

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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