Poetry
Getting there
by Gordon Challis
(i) Today
I switched the radio on
AM seven five six
or five six seven
one second only
hearing one word
– um –
and switched it off
fearing the consequences.
(ii) Tomorrow
I am going to ditch
the radio.
What could it tell me?
News of encounters of the nth kind
news of the shipping,
on what lodestone-lacking vessels
people get to the other side.
(iii) The day after
Well, could there really be
one after –
one to follow
all the history
of glitches
one proclaiming spinning boats
are compass for themselves
and others.
