Ode To a Fan

ODE TO A FAN My fan blows beautiful air, that minutes ago, wasn’t there. It begins to circulate wind that was dead, given it a purpose of living, not dying instead. It can blow you a new hair style. It can blow really hard, or extra mild. Windmills of plastic go round and round, creating a symphony of wind and sound. The whir of motors and blades remind me of a summer in the shade Position it on the table or on the floor. Put it in a window, or by the screen door. It can gently sway side to side or focus on certain parts of your hide. On hot days and cool, for the wise and the fool. Faithfully serving, Always observing You can run it for days, and it will not whine. Or get a quickie if you don’t have the time. It doesn’t moan, belittle, or complain. It works day or night, sunshine and rain. I love my fan, and you know why? It takes me to a place that passed me by. 6/2013