Breeze

I sit at my desk
Listening to the
Chimes slowly
Ringing in the
Breeze which
Lessons the heat
Helped by an iced
Tea with lots of
Lime juice as I
Study a military
Campaign long
Ago settled by
Decisions of
Those without
The comfort of
Hindsight or
With their feet
Up on the desk
Leisurely sipping
A cool drink
Calmly
Tabulating
Chances
Second
Guessing
The past
But near
Blind to
What we
Now face
Day-to-day,
Glad not
To be alone.