Old Ceiling Fan (born: 1971)

Three equal arms
of a symmetric 'Y'
spin tirelessly
pouring in
springtime

Their measured cheeping
twists and turns me in bed.

As early wintry breeze
turn pages of my calendar
the age-old blades
stand motionless and
embarrassed

unable to roll in reverse,
unlike the modern breed.

I still keep tossing in bed
changing sides
in coziness of a blanket
missing those periodic squeaks
and routine air.