a wolf awakened

she wears one thigh

steeped,

mud high,

in the underworld;

one golden-casted breast

reaching for the heavens.

one cratered-moon foot

in the shadows

and one sunlit hand holding

the light.

and the thunder she carries

upon her back

cracks open the earth

beneath her feet

for each step she takes

brings her deeper

into her own

bellowing bellies

of deep knowing.

of holy secrets.

of intuition cascading

across her howling body.

for she is part wolf,

and part woman.

and she wears her bones

around her neck

every night;

for she runs and rattles

from her ribs to her claws

and dances

as she stokes the fires

that melt the skies.

and she buries her bones

in places only her nose

may find,

once again.

for she only emerges

from her hiding

when she is unbearably

hungry.

yet, she feeds on flower petals

and molten rock.

on rain drops

and lightning bolts.

on tender touch

and salvation.

on deep prayers

and birthkeeping.

for the she-wolf dances

between the realms

inside of your dreams

within the corners of your eye

within the crevices of your womb.

and she awaits

the calling of you.

she awaits your heeding

to the voice

of your deep truths

of your intuitive salutes

of your heart on fire

she awaits you, here.

in the recesses of your darkness.

she awaits you, here.

in the midst of the veils

lifting from your eyes.

see.

dream.

she awaits you

to howl back.

to run towards your path

hair standing

on the back of your neck,

her hands carrying you

towards the skies

that have been longing

to hold you.

you.

a wild woman gone feral.

you.

a crone, reborn.

you.

a wolf, awakened.