Prayer That I Don't Get Carried Away

Though I have not had a drink
for something like 3 weeks,
Josh and I came from the bar
ecstatic and in good form.

The neon quilt of faces
were pulling their finest moves.
It's downright royal,
having a home such as this.

They do seem a little stupid
now, auto-nice-to-meet-you's.
From now on I will be
more vigilant, so very vigilant,

when stumbling across
an affable stranger,
who could as well be a thief,
or a clown, or a downer.

And for this, I thank
God, el sol, good ol' Ra,
whoever gave the signal
to carry my voice away.

Thankful for my key,
for the properties of growth.
Lucky to live among friends,
and for the smile in the doorway.