The Wind Gusted

The wind gusted across the bay,
Making the sails dance across white caps;
Golden sand flurried across our belongings,
Papers and cloth corners riffled and fluttered.

I glanced at your blonde stillness beside me
And found a quick curl of anxiety
Flaring into disjointed fear
At your heavy, alien immobility.

Then your head turned,
Your soft eyes caught my distress;
Familiar recognition flooded me
To wash me in peace.