Greenport 6

Roy Herndon Smith

Home, in the eye of
a centuries-long storm of

the domestic heart
pulsing in, perceptual
stillness informing,

the whirling cosmos
of whirling bodies, I am
recalling Greenport,

there, on the edge of
the city storm, where the wild

of squirrels, babies,
mothers, winds, trees, and seas speak

languages we are,
we know; we together with
all while away time

and space, silences
and words, suffering and joy—
love’s eternities.