Eightfold Noble Path: Part 1, Wisdom

1. RIGHT UNDERSTANDING
Thunder splits the walls in half and rain snipes the turrets of your ears. You hide under the bed. You are a muttering cloud. The bones of soggy leaves taste like yogurt. Rain is slovenly and terrifying. Who made the venetian blinds fall down the window?

2. RIGHT THOUGHT
You want the catnip that lives inside the felt-wrapped carrot with a bell attached to it. Before it goes stale, before you rip stunning back claws against it, before the trembling leaves and nooks and crannies, before the untidy heartbeat of a mouse staring through slats in the radiator. You wanted a carrot, a whole bell with almost enough jangle, the astonishment of felt cloth. You sit patient like an egg. You crawl inside an empty cardboard box. You listen for the bathtub spigot.