Short Break Ennui

Summer falters,
the heartbeat slows
as the motorway slides behind
in a hurry it knows

too well. Each crowded place
closes in, parasites sucking one’s helpless
blood, their hordes crawling
everywhere, leaving no space.

The sea enviably dawdles
over rearranging
successive shores, the sapping grind
of day finally changing

to a slow turn on the spit
of humid night
when the ebb of life is somehow wearily measured
by the poems one will probably never write.