Portrait of A Lady

She stands perfectly still.
The quiet of the night haunts her.
A crescent moon is waxing.
It will be days before it is gibbous.

She breathes in and closes her eyes.
When she lets the breath go,
Stillness embraces her -- she sees
Out the window, steady her gaze.

The window touches the night.
She nods as if realizing something.
The car motor jumps; it
Roars; then the sound goes away.