I need a rest

I am running out of time
While the planet is rushing
On its daily schedule
Across the interstellar void
I am trying to keep in touch
In its whirlwind wake
With my geographically challenged friends
Sending me frantic messages
To make sure we all catch up
We all connect
Starting up with Australians
Strung along the eastern coast
Battling the winter blues to get going
Slowly replaced in the afternoon
By the Indian crowd largely spread out
Across their sultry continent
Devouring life with frenzied enthusiasm
Fading away to let the Europeans
Have their timid say in that hot summer
But already it's time
To get aboard the American news juggernaut
All day long my mind
Skips from one continent to the next
In an unending twirl.
I need a rest.

L. C. Bailliet 

16/7/2013