Great poem

Poem sent to me by a friend of mine... I'm hoping the part that reminded her of me was not the asylum part :)

Counting Miracles at the State Asylum
by Rhett Iseman Trull

Some nights, Estelle lets us join her outsidewhile she take a smoking break
and calls her girlfriend on her cell phone.
Josh and May and I sit nearby in the grass,
leaning against each other, counting miracles.
Not white doves drifting by at just the right moment
or some former comatose staggering back from the brink,
making talk-show claims about light. We don't believe
anymore in that rare luck some call blessing.
But we've learned a thing or twoabout miracles for the common man,
the stuck man: a nest of robins about to hatch;
fast cars on the highway, going somewhere;
in the sky, webs of lightning.
And that squirm of rhythm
whenever the stars flare up, holding onto centuries of wishes, polishing them
over and over. The stars know the dangerof even a bingo-paced Wednesday
and light themselves every night in celebration
of the simple fact of our survival.

Love it, love it, love it!!!!