DREAM WOLF CROSSING I've been trying to make my way to an upper level, encountering people known and unknown from many points in my life. I'm in a church, then a garden, then a church again, intent on finding my way. Finally, I reach the upper level. It’s twilight, difficult to see, and there's a rural, wilderness feeling around me. Members of a group who have journeyed here with me take turns crossing a misty field to a meeting place beyond, but there are wolves all around. The people in charge here protect the wolves. They remind us this is the wolves’ natural habitat. There’s an edge of danger in the crossing, as the wolves may snap and bite. We’re shown how to protect ourselves by clapping our hands together and shouting, “Bam! Bam! Bam!” I can feel the wolves all around me and glimpse them through the mist in groups of three or four – grey wolves, white wolves, brown wolves. I watch several people cross and see the glint and shine of the wolves’ teeth as they pass. I feel the danger, the risk and suspense but no fear. This is a challenge. I have to cross now. I set out, clapping my hands and shouting as loudly as I can, “Bam, Bam Bam!” I hear others in the mist, hopeful of making their way, intent on the task. I wake before I reach the other side. © 2011 Maureen Boyd Biro |
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Wolf Moon Beneath the Wolf moon my mother sleeps bereft of moonlight Imprisoned in an endless January Time blankets her sleep gray moments blur into grayer years ticking like a metronome abandoned heart prints in the silence Outside the wolf moon shines gleaming through the ghostly darkness gleaming through the glistening mist gleaming through the shroud of winter, woven from the deepening naught of memory. Does my mother dream beneath this moon? feel the silver notes of night upon her skin feel the wolf's breath, his velvet bite as he carries her from her winter tomb into the quivering darkness Solitary sentinels do they dream together? beyond the darkness beyond the silence into the Holy Mysteries Of the Wolf Moon © 2014 Maureen Boyd Biro |