Penumbral

Tonight, curled within the shadow of the earth, a wolf
burrows.
Her howl echoed in the bodies of humans
in their tribes drumming, in their homes, in the hums of their vessels throbbing.
She is coming. She is rising and unfurling,
stretching her scarred, grey paws into the sky, parading, unearthing more and more of her fullest self, extending her wonder to the masses below her, those watching.
Deep in her belly she creates magnetic currents, minds the tides here on our planet,
stalks about us as a majestic gypsy warrior
unprepared to take up humble abode
unprepared to choose a favourite place
and so
the eclipse passes
and some don't even know.