Just For Me

Some things I did for me today:
I called a friend (not once, but twice)
and ate a candy bar. My duties?
Done (foul, stubborn list), before the sun
had ever planned horizon's kiss.
As darkness now emerges as a gentle, welcome
guest, diversions of delight also
increase: a glass of wine, some yoga -
just enough, though, lest I overdo. Despite
the fact the temperature is chilly out,
some twenty minutes spent within the hot tub's
steamy hug (a book in hand), a shower after,
now anticipating somewhat silly sitcom later
that will make me laugh. If I can not be
pleasant to myself, why should I think
that anyone outside my skin would
even want to do a better job?



(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014