Year without television

our heartbeat slowed

       to the voices of radio

the dog,

head angled ears tuned in

watched,

licked at sound

there was dawdle in step

morning cracked its egg

books and toast

gave over day

we worked that paddock clean

until evening called us in

      to each page turner

a remit dangling there

left by sightless patience

thinking how each character

spoke without vision

of our remorse into night

no stations for switch

the epilogue bated

asleep shoulder to shoulder