lazy afternoon

the fans are turning 'round and 'round, issuing man made wind.
little blessings to an army boy just off duty.
a forgotten book lies ajar, its owner off on patrol;
a chattering of little sounds from the card game just below
making me feel comfortable yet strangely all alone.
its time to rest, time to sleep, not time for any other;
for duty calls once again all to early, but never too late.

2 shifts up, 2 more to go...