Your gray blue eyes
were spinning last night
like storms off the Atlantic.
Turbulent and shiny
out towards the edge
where I stood
reflected.

Let us go to the center
flow through the iris
stand together calm
in that quiet place
where words say
exactly what you mean
and things stay precisely
as you leave them.

I remember last night
we tried to wall out
the winds of the world
with each other’s arms.