I fiddle the knob of the radio.
Roam the dial for the distant sounds -
on the short and long wavelengths.
Stretch the antenna,
that towers high above my head.
Hiss and Hoosh.
Rising of the ocean.
Falling of a distant tree.
Dit dit and Dot dot.
Monks chanting vespers.
Booming of a Big Ben.
Children laughing their heart's content.
Woes of mother over her dead child.
Bullets, bombs and missiles.
Such different lives we live.
Wish I could live them all.
(turns the radio off)