Automaton Poem by cahen thrips

at dawn a louring sky raised a bruising fist -
I was afraid because the day offered me nothing -
everything felt wrong -

then some instinct led your hand to mine -
you reached out to touch me -
vagrant tender fingertips -

the slightest graze of a nail -
maybe even an accident -
it happened for just an instant -

now a ruby sunset marks the close of serendipity light -
touch me again tomorrow the way you did today -
perhaps all will start to come right.

February 2023