unaware

i felt it like a summer breeze
a hand on my shoulder
a touch when no one else existed
brief and comforting
warmth, calming years
just one kind act
enough to cleanse the ichor from the wound
a soliloquoy to caring
hope giving rise to everlasting promise
a tear never shed
crisis expunged like evaporation
summer nights belonging to poets
the sweet smell of grass and new leaves
the stars reenacted by insects of pure imagination
a chance taken with no intended consequence
tomorrow the sun will rise with extravagent purpose
just one kind act