Think of the eye of a hurricane: the calm spot at the center while everything around it spins. That image drives this short poem. The speaker begins by simply stating "I am the eye," then repeats it, as if settling into the idea. Next comes a longer line, "I am the eye in my mind storm," said three times, like a mantra or a slow breath. The storm is the speaker's own racing thoughts, and the eye is the part of them that can watch without being swept away.
The ending is the payoff. Once the speaker steps into that center, they "see / that all / is / still." The words drop down the page one at a time, which slows our reading and mimics the quiet settling in. Repeating the whole stanza makes the calm feel like something the speaker is reassuring themselves of, or training themselves to believe. The mood is meditative, hushed, and gently hopeful: peace found not by stopping the storm, but by standing in its middle.