The odd poem I worked on last time was about the "three sisters." I better mention that phrase is comes from the Delaware Indian Tribe's description of how to grow maize, or corn, with beans and pumpkin. I tried to link the idea with the Trinity to see how it worked.
The poem below is based on my love for the sound of the fan running in the window during warm weather and a dream I had once. I never sleep better or wake happier than when there's an open window with the fan blowing morning ideas into my window.