Wolf Moon

 

The Wolf Moon howls in the January night

Rising through the sky in the fullness of our sight

And in her howls we hear her voice echoing the pain

Of the fear and isolation that make us feel insane.

 

Time has slowed, the lonely hours now stretching on and on

In the greyness of the days and long darkness between dawns

Soaking in the anger of every news report

Every tweet and posted meme and scathing sharp retort.

 

Comforting hugs and touches, distanced from our thoughts

Hours of planning holiday gatherings sadly spent for naught

Weeks of isolation within our painted walls

Restricting interactions to email and videocalls.

 

And somewhere in the midst, we forget the way to live

The blessing and the gifts that these separate days can give

The chance to reimagine how the world can really be

When the walls of solitude come down and we are finally free

 

The Wolf Moon howls in the January night

Rising through the sky in the fullness of our sight

Let her voice be our reminder that our pain can be our might

If only we remember to look up and see the light.