Rebalancing

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