Voices on the Wind Voices from Home
Kitchen Reverie (For grandnieces) by Mimi Ferraro The six year old faces the window stands on a small stool in front of the sink washes stones gathered hands luminous in Vermeer light afternoon whispers patterns on the sill she hums talks to herself examines each stone Each one fragrant with mystery vestigial hints of jade obsidian mica she stops stares at the stones in heaped mounds on the counter giggles sweeps them away to crumble carpet sink floor runs riotously out back screen door laughing in the yard birds whirl mad circles as she races past garden city shore chases the exotic bloom of childhood