Dissipating

Hot twilight in a heat wave,
What is there to talk about
Outside that isn’t the heat?

Who has energy to talk?
You wait for liberation
Less from the heat than from work,

From obligation, from need
To let mediocrity
Rule over necessity,

As it almost always does.
Someone sneezes. The song birds
Fall silent. No one admits

How much longing for breezes,
From the canyons, from the free
Of further obligations,

From small probabilities,
Motivates continued waits.
You’ll just have to dissipate.