A Fan

The darkness fades to grey and the first bird stirs The fan spins relentlessly and the man wakes Listens Wishes for an answer as the birds speak of the wonder of a new day He lights his cigarette and the smoke curls Like the fan his mind spins He tries to capture a thought but it has moved on He draws on the cigarette listening to the dawn Wishes for coffee and embraces the melody The crow has woke and caws for something The emptiness won't leave nor the birds He decides to make his way to the coffee The aches of sleep and age slowly depart but the spinning keeps When will his mind stop its uneasy endless wandering Will two plus two always be four or someday become five Will He remember what He just wrote in a minute In a minute will He remember Will you love Him when he forgets your name