Knowing the Way
He uses words to make something
he could grip with hands, a rope
or chain, something he could haul,
like planks or boards or bricks,
not water, not wind, not a song
caught in his ear since last week
but a body made of air, limping
through crowds as if it knew the way.
Steve Klepetar wishes he could behold nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.