Let’s try this again,
assuming the ceiling fan
can turn time backwards
if we reverse its direction
and correct for any
interstitial interference
by the music of the spheres.
Did we keep the instructions?
The microwave says we did,
but it’s a liar — or at least
its recipe booklet is.
But back to the fan,
how its blades oscillate,
how it whines as if
it’s about to achieve lift-off,
fly through our front window,
seek a new home for itself,
one with lower expectations.
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
I’m enjoying your surreal images as of late. Where are you drawing inspiration?
Thanks, Angie! This one is because I got impatient with my son and lost my temper, in a room that’s almost dominated by a big ceiling fan, and I really did wish I could go back in time and manage things better. If I write late at night, that’s when I tend to go kind of squirrelly and surreal.