When someone before you slips
on polished cinnabar marble
everyone leaving a cumulative trail of puddles
after a morning shower muddied into the cafe,
and you see the man's valise landing
while he pushes himself off the heavy, shiny ground
you think of picking it up for him
a gesture of concern.
It was going to be a bad day
and as the gap between the idea and the act vanishes
and you approach the valise and hand it to him
it brings the day around, as if it never were.