Brian H. Appleton

In unwitnessed ocean storms at night you'll find me
where whispers are heard but yells are not
or perhaps I shall visit the molten core
of mother earth to be in quietude
If I race backwards around
the geographic pole
North or South
no matter
can time
rewind
does
it
really
matter
or shall I be
the cosmic wind
blowing through the universe
to unknown galaxies and skipping the black holes
that wait for me to lose my concentration and pull me in