Hot bitter exhaust fumes, from the bus,
barely missed, still lingered in the air.
Thrusting his arm and finger out to hitchhike
a car came to halt.
Dry broom straw crackling beneath his feet,
opening the chrome door handle,
scorching too the touch,
with his handkerchief.
How could he have known;
this was one of those moments
where fate and chance come together
and life changes forever.
a moment originates
when it all makes sense