The Beyond

Past the mountainsthe wires disappear.Then temporary lightsbetween trees.Dust.Speakers.Hands on drums.Hands on strings.Metal.Tables of cables.A town builtfor one night.Nobody seems surprisedthat it will be gone tomorrow.By morningcars leave in every direction.Different songsinside each one.Hours later,back in the city:one through an apartment window.Anotherfrom a basement.Anotherfrom a bike speakerat a red light.Different songs.Same pull.All leaning home.That was the first timethe pattern felt beautiful.