There is an online radio
all digital, an interface from Enschede
so different, the waterfall display
from the radio dials in his office
From the other side of the world
I hear many voices through the noise
I hear music and the ticking of radar.
I switch to AM and hear thunder
from a station in Tennesse
For a moment I am able to imagine
sitting on the concrete floor
listening to static, punctuated with crackling
"Listen, that's thunder," he had said
I tune the station
and imagine what it would be like
to hear the echo of his voice whole,
through the static
Just one more time.