Someone called it a wolf moon.
I saw it mostly hidden,
a glow behind clouds,
the clouds moving like
cauldron bubbles,
the moon like something forming

I emerge silent,
not wanting to tell anyone anything,
at least not now,
wanting to listen
and not to teach.

These are the times of rebalancing,
coming back for the completeness
to embrace me tenderly,
showing me how.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 13, 2017