You turn on the TV without the sound
and zap until the picture coincides with the sound the neighbours have

now you know what serial they’re watching
but what use is that to you?

ten minutes before the performance the singer-songwriter comes in
with his guitar in a guitar-case and something else
but you don’t know what

outside a weary backpacker wipes the sweat from his face
and brings a bottle of water to his lips

in the Himalayas the religions wind along
crumbling mountain paths and over hanging bridges
above deep ravines

trails of cloud move across the sky

the Milky Way and the Andromeda Galaxy make straight for each other.