Voices on the Wind Voices in the Garden
IN THE SANCTUARY OF OUR SORROWFUL MOTHER by Dick Bakken This bright morning at the grotto an old woman falls into lily pads, startling gold fish in front of the abbey, splashes under twice swallowing muddy water at the shocked father’s feet. Finally saved, sopped gray hair to foot, vomit and lily petals down her dress, she heaves low beast groans and drips as horrified sisters whisper she is all right. Now they all laugh, a celibate wringing the slimed sweater, her large family laughing now too with their soggy, wide-eyed old woman. “You fell in the pond, Grandma.”