One morning I was looking out the window when a great wild goodness came over me: I wanted to be kind to everything. I promised not to kill the big spider on the wall; in the cold I took the dog for the long walk she’d been wanting; I fetched a trash can lid for an ornery neighbor and did not, just then, add a single adjective to his name. I went back inside to the laundry and dishes with a clean heart such as I have never had. Before dinner the wild goodness shouted, “Too tame! Too tame!” so I went outside without my coat and shouted poems up to the stars until my children came home with their small warm hands. Then we ate bread in the kitchen, unafraid to be happy. The stars in wild darkness were right over our heads.