A short poem

Our pupils met from across the room.

Not to know that we would cross many vast oceans and fight hideous sea creatures.

Not to know that danger lurked below the depths and would threaten the quality of our anchor.

Winds would severe our mast and lead us south of wherever we had intended to go before the gale.

His sailor eyes assessed me from under dirty blonde curls and wordlessly asked if I felt it too.

If I had felt the cosmos falter and ground quake under the weight of our particles rising to meet.

If I could sense that this single, ephemeral moment had triggered the forever that now lay ahead of us.   

We were quiet and still beneath the commotion of our world,

and we would wait out the storm headed towards us.