Detached not distant. Not at all.
From whomever the words come
she accepts warmly and shall
feast on conversation’s hum.
She falls asleep and will wake
to information; the news, pips
hourly, the weather. The break
of day, breakfast, school trips.
As much company as anything
and loyal friend; reliable, ready
to silence silence, from silence sing,
assuring her the ship is steady.
In time she may not fully listen
to every word. It matters none.
The voice itself serves to christen
the new day and is work well done.
Other opportunities arise
to tune in. The dial is alight
at arm’s length and contact’s prize
shortens roads late at night.
And what of the voice’s source?
What mouth might make mention
and features yield to discourse?
Who is it holding her attention?
Ultimately she does not care.
It is one voice with many faces
that daily flies her along air
waves, dreams and dreaming places.