Post Road Magazine #19

Provincetown, 1990

Michael Klein


We were joined that summer

in the dark

in the street of danger

and leisure against the bicycles

and the summer people — two of us loose

from that crowd back there, finding a place

in public to be alone and talking. But for me, more than

talking because I wanted you in body

and couldn't figure out how to push language through the desire

of that. I just stood still, sunburned and shuddered —

young to love, absent minded about it.

Soon, at our feet, something so strange

started moving — shooting past us, very low.

Something invisible — a tube of bent air? that we couldn't have seen it

but did see it in all its being dark and somehow see-through

that it made the street look rippled and ominous

and you said, "something dark just happened, did you see it?"

And of course, I did see it and in the years that have gone through summer

I keep seeing it in different places, with different people who wouldn't

understand what force it was they were looking at — what we first saw —

that summer in the dark when it was bigger than us both

and seemed to have to start through

us first to get to where it was going — and then, mercifully, be all of what

       it was —

there, down the road a little, where it met the world.


What I'm Going to Do Is

Michael Klein

I just want to follow the stranger

for awhile to see if he actually ends

up — the way the stranger you are following

must end up — in a place nobody ever sees

through a window or a place nobody ever goes or maybe

it isn't there at all — the place — as Rilke said

that isn't even there until he's there.

When he gets to an inside pocket of the world —

the stranger changes into someone

all the heaviness of the following could write: into the one

who will save us. For he has always been the stranger.

He secretly alights! By force.


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