That peaceful space in the eye,
the eye of the storm,
that spot right there,
the binding knot between forever or never,
where everything is still,
like a drop suspended above the ocean of dreams,
when dreams may come
and nothing goes;
yet, without motion,
it’s only light on a photo-sensitive surface;
your boat moans orgasmic as the maelstrom assaults,
hold tight:
all we have is the now!
