A Band Whose Name I Don't Know

A performance art troop

From Australia

Was installed in the display windows

Facing State Street

For the opening

Of the downtown Sears

They were to live

In the environment

For one week

Their days & nights visible

To the public

And you could go there

And watch them

Like a live movie

Of people living their lives

In comfortable clothes

The space had plastic tunnels

Was dual level

Had a space to eat

And prepare food

And swinging hammocks

Four agile & wiry men

Like the Blue Man group

But they were not blue

Speakers were hung

Outside the building

To broadcast music they played

On their boombox inside

When I got there

In the late afternoon

They were dancing

The singing & the guitars

I heard were perfect

The inhabitants showed a joy

That is particular

To Australia it seems

The energy of a continent

In the Pacific sun

Animating their limbs

They couldn't hear you

So I wrote on a scrap of paper

And held it up to the glass

"What's the name of the band?"

A gangly guy wrote back on his tablet

A name I can't remember

And maybe my life

Would be different

If I could