rest

there's too much to do
to sleep in.
and who can sleep anyway
these days.
hardly a soul
is resting. the world
is busy being busy.
the hammocks unused,
the beach towels
empty. the beds made
and forgotten.
there are buttons
to be pushed, no time
for naps,
no time to close
one's eyes and let
everything that seems
important, but isn't,
pass and go bye.