Angelic Edginess Poem by Curtis Goodnight

Everyday i waken to a new effervescence:
Joy of All
or
Poetic Death
and everything in between.

'Angelic edginess' I suppose...

and sure, some days-
too too too much Russian Roulette.

Whatever.

When the universe hands you such a gift,
I strongly suggest
you too 
open one groggy old eye,
as she sparkles to your bedside
sharing her matin meditation,
you too would do well
to ponder such miracles,
might catch yourself 
counting your blessings...


oh yeah-
be sure
to think a bit about 
Grace….

and smile

I know I do.