He Took My Hand

From somewhere in the crowd

He appeared in a hurry

Until he took my hand

It wasn’t a greeting

It was a moment

When time stood still

And he held on

To my hand

And pulling it ever

So slightly toward him

He caught my eyes with his

And his gaze held mine captive

Once again pulling me in

The world faded around us

I wanted to move on

To greet the next person

But he held on

As though he wasn’t through

He leaned in

He said, “I am Luke” and waited

Waited for my name

My name

Then he disappeared

Into the crowd.