i said to myself little bear's as wild as the wind today. we went down the green alley way by the train tracks and around the vacant firehouse and i picked one cold raspberry on the alley by the community garden all done for winter when we can't rest like the earth, nor can the earth under us, except these little soil plots. a third of earth i think they said is desertified. then in the same alley i remembered this wide gray diamond garage and another dog i pictured perhaps lulu or barko bomba. she did good for feeling wild and held herself still. she was wild yet i understood. the pandemic, the wind, one thing and another, we go wild, we want to anyway, even if we fear it. then we want to be held. when we met the other dogs in the international house dog yard they got so intense i grabbed her up and held her in a bear hug. she squirmed and then settled and i put her down to carry on. we need time outs now. we feel wild and wonder for what purpose.