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
Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2013
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