we wait

We are staying up late,
waiting for that cool of the night to make it possible for us to sleep
But it doesn't come
It is September
and the cool doesn't come

air thick
humid
a blanket smothering our desire to act

we want to breathe
to move
to hear the birds and crickets chirp

but it doesn't come

we wait

will next week reach the promised lows?

or do I pull out my summer clothes once more