It was an honour

to have been on the radio, one that might

never be repeated,

yet

for a short while, for the Time

it took the Earth to breathe

in and out,

shallow breaths, wandering planetary mind,

I sat in a studio with a microphone in front of me

and whispered into the unseen void,

the space between radio waves

and read with privilege

the words of W.H. Auden;

I stopped the clocks in my own world,

and paused, emotion, surrounded by four beautiful women,

I could not help but feel terrified

yet in what I love I found love

and I rallied at the thought

of narrating W.H.

Ian D. Hall 2016