Now for the morning story,
or in the afternoon that tale
of adventurous practical children.
Ship ahoy! Time for a new mooring.

With no special interest in boats
I tune in to the vivid location.
Something disappears on the airwaves.
Tendrils of spring are twining

across the electromagnetic field.
Comedy bubbles up from the archives.
Some of us listen, heads bent
as if in search of a lost item -

until a voice whirls and grips us.
We eat it up like an apple.
We are the indoor people, all ears -
disturbance is detected from afar.

Leaves crackling at the window.
The vibration of tremendous journeys.