take it apart
find Be wild
in the big word
then Be wild
however that
shows up for you
put something
on the page—
a blob of color
or words that
could become
something
but don’t have to
or let a sound
escape into the air,
a tune from
your own lips,
one of your
own invention
perhaps
Be wild
allow yourself
to marvel,
maybe with
a bit of
bewilderment,
at what you
have made—
no wrongdoing
or rightdoing
like the velvet
gray doves
matching today’s
nomadic clouds
coo-ooing
somewhere
you can’t see
just because
they can
(Thanks to Jill Badonsky, marvelous artist, for the inspiration. You can find her here.)

One hour’s sleep last night mulling over life’s twists and turns. A meandering path. I’m in bathrobe and slippers today. Gonna try Nyquil tonight.
Sending much love to you, Mr. Tracy, and to Felicia, from the other Dick and me!