Amidst the crush and hurry,

I give you a scene.

Bare back slumped

Against an oaken door,

Eyes half shut, mouth agape,

Mind awash on distant shores.

Within the boundary,

I give you a snap.

Pupils constrict, react,

With a focus upward peering:

Nothing but the Book, a cross,

Caught in the lamplight.

To stir the air,

I leave you a breeze.

Skin bristles with that sudden chill,

Muscles tense, head tilted,

Locked for a look

Long and long at the lonely moon.