"Click"

A little dark
box
(of sorts)
sits on the edge
of the eye
of the storm
and I call you in
to analyze the situation.

Silently
you stare
your thumb holding your chin
still
index finger across your lips
as if it were
some kind of maze like prison
that cocks your head
to the side
as the wind
gusts at 15 to 20...
a brief withdrawal
due to slight confusion.

*click*

A
big
bright
smile
comes across
the horizon
and you know...
yes,
you understand it...

this

is all I have in life

and it is
for you.