I woke up this morning, miracle of miracles;
the moon wrapped me in black velvet rest
and the sun chose to shine on me once more–
the coffee is black and rich and deep and
promises countless possibilities
limited only by me.

Those who came before me
weep at my plenty; those who come
after will feel envy–what a time to be alive
surrounded by all this
genius, this beauty, this absurdity.
What a privilege to see.