I Feel It Moving

I feel it moving
Dark magma under
The earth's skin
Causing the needle
On the compass
To swerve.

Hot, dark, smoldering
Viscous, fluid, plastic
Purified dross
Shedding black flakes of
Skin
Forming a New Earth.

Me, though,
How did I get here?
The wind tells me I'm far from home.
It tells me to shut my eyes
And gather my strength.
It tells me to be still --
So still.
What can I teach?
What can I say?

My silence impregnates the Universe
With infinite possibilities.