At the Center of the Universe

On the Boston Avenue pedestrian bridge

over the railroad tracks in downtown Tulsa,

lies the so-called Center of the Universe,

marked by a concrete circle. As a result

of some unexplained phenomenon,

if you stand inside the circle

and speak or shout or sing, your voice

takes on a vibrato or tremolo

quality that only you can hear,

regardless of the direction you face.

It lends its name to a music festival

now in progress, and apparently

also morphs time and space

to produce weird twists of fate.

For example, many bands are playing,

but just one I want to hear tonight–

the Mowglis–were to play at nine-thirty,

but unexpected rescheduling

moved them back to six 0’clock,

so I missed them and was angry.

But then I see a Tweet from them

about a short acoustic set

they’re doing later,  not on stage,

but on the bridge right at the Center.

So I head out to try to catch them,

and craziness ensues–traffic,

parking confusion, misplaced wallet,

general mayhem, lines for wristbands,

then more lines for beer, clock ticking,

but then I arrive and find myself

sitting on a bench with them,

chatting while they wait for their gear,

and then the set, though short, is brilliant,

close-up, intimate; fans of all ages

singing along, clapping, and dancing.

In the moment, it really feels

like some universal center.

 

Copyright  2013

T. Allen Culpepper

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  1. Pingback: Center of the Universe Festival…T-Town is Hot, Hot, Hot! | I Love Geekology 101

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