Self Indulgence

Don’t talk to me today,
of the weather’s petulant games,
or of the arch enemy vanquished at the watercooler,
not even of the offsprings’ latest fete – I love them, but not today.
Don’t talk.
I have been deep in the trenches,
and have come up – to you,
to breathe the wind on my face
in your gentle company.