All at sea. Then the doldrums:

little wind and the heat starts
to cling.  Sleep begets sleep, 

the sprinkler exhausts itself
out beyond closed blinds,

the fan tries to coax a draft
across the room, window 

to window, it clicks and turns
and clicks and turns back.

The sprinkler casts a sine wave
across the grass which soaks 

it up like a dry-bristled brush,
but the sky stays blank.