One of my favorite poems of all time, Keeping Things Whole by Mark Strand speaks to the insatiable desire to move through the landscape. I can’t say it better myself.

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.

by Mark Strand