Experimental Thinking

Outside, the wind is a puppy nosing under the edge of the trap covering my grill and romping through last year’s upright strands of blonde bunchgrass.

I step outside.

“Here, boy!”

The wind jumps at me—ruffling my shirt tail, sidling at my legs.

I throw a stick against the wind.

“Fetch!”   

The puppy tromps off in the wrong direction.

—Mitchell Hegman