How to Become a Love Dog
There are love dogs/no one knows the names of.
Give your life/to be one of them. Rumi
When the sliver of new moon longs to be
full, Moon Dog sheds her winter coat. She
sniffs, licks the moon's pocked skin, wraps
its face in her great paws, holds it in her eyes.
Moon Dog follows the moon wherever it
wants to go: across the heavens, over meadow
and forest, under the sea. She rises and sets
with the moon, pillows her snout on its curve.
There is nothing the moon does that Moon Dog
doesn't love, a love that pulls tides, pours over
the sky, through windows, lights the night's
way. Moon Dog studies shadows the moon
makes, bares her own shadow's teeth. Whisper
in Moon Dog's ear. Follow her. Clothe yourself
in her fur. See what she sees. Let her breath
be yours, her heart your heart. Let your hands
and feet be her paws. Chase the horizon. Catch
stars and planets in your mouth. Howl love.
Photos by Barry Troutman
Moon dogs (paraselenae) are rare luminous spots on a lunar halo that appear 22 degrees to the right and left of the moon. They are caused by ice crystals in cirrus clouds that refract the light of the full or nearly full moon.