This Is How It Is With Love
July 31, 2013
Poor Richard’s Almanac said,
“He that lieth down with dogs shall rise up with fleas,” but that hasn’t kept
some of us from sleeping with our dogs. Here’s a poem about the pleasure of
that, by Joyce Sidman, who lives and sleeps in Minnesota .
Her book, Dark Emperor and Other
Poems of the Night, won a 2011 Newbery Honor Award. [Introduction
by Ted Kooser.]
Dog in Bed
Dog in Bed
Nose tucked under tail,
you are a warm, furred planet
centered in my bed.
All night I orbit, tangle-limbed,
in the slim space
allotted to me.
If I accidentally
bump you from sleep,
you shift, groan,
drape your chin on my hip.
O, that languid, movie-star drape!
I can never resist it.
Digging my fingers into your fur,
kneading,
I wonder:
How do you dream?
What do you adore?
Why should your black silk ears
feel like happiness?
This is how it is with love.
Once invited,
it steps in gently,
circles twice,
and takes up as much space
as you will give it.
4 comments
Loved this--so very true! I have my own little guy with silky black ears, and he's quite the bed-hog. (LOL!)--no fleas yet though. :-)
ReplyDelete:)--so far, no fleas here either! Dogs can make great bed partners, but yes, they do tend to hog the bed!
ReplyDeleteSweet...definitely someone with a furry companion! My favorite part is the last verse...once invited, it steps in gently...and take up as much space as you will give it—so, so true!
ReplyDeleteShe might have been in our house--my dog even has "black silk ears [that] feel like happiness". That last verse is my favorite, too.
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