flight change

a stranger held my hands 

after the music stopped,

remnants of the annual count down

caught in our hair, our party shoes.

I'd barely given any details,

but she knew.

had lived this moment too.

with traction in recognition,

she said something profound,

piercing and sober

that made me feel like

the whole event of

costume and cocktails, 

my extended stay

and repeated flight changes

had all been for this singular

kismet encounter

so brief and altering.

better than a midnight kiss,

or anything

I'd so hopefully shaved my legs for.