The Ceiling Fan

As the soft whisper of the evening
slowly wanes, darkness creeps
down empty alleys and a slumbering
silence overhangs the eerie air.

In the city fast asleep, someone rests
awake in the right of his bed with a damp
pillow to the other and his eyes staring at
the moving fan- wondering what if it falls.

While his eyes searched for any sign of
wobbling in the ceiling fan, he recalled
how he set it up- mounting bracket,
downrod, motor housing, and blades.

And many screws.

***

The anticipated Fall did not materialise,
nor did sleep visit his tired eyes before
the mighty sun rose up the off-white curtains
to break this wondrous spell of wonderment