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. |
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