The Fan

 

Take the fan, fanning no one
Now that I’ve moved across
The room to my easy chair,
Duffy needing in my lap
After oral surgery yesterday,
But it could be anything,
No over-arching system,

Anything, everything being
Connected and leading to some-
Thing else, perhaps Duffy,
Perhaps my electric bill, sitting
Here with Duffy in my lap, I might
Struggle over whether to let
Him rest or get up and shut it off,

Or Ben flapping his ears unlike
The fan which is quiet.  I was
Notified yesterday where Susan
Was buried.  I’d asked for
Advance notification but they
Forgot, quietly going about their
Business as though I wasn’t here.