Life has its moments of wonder
and wondering.
These are the pastries
I’m learning to cook in the kitchen,
a kingdom of whispering girls:
little spiders of ripe fried banana
round sunsets of sliced oranges and sweet potato
sticky mountains of coconut and caramel
and best of all, strange creamy desserts
from distant lands
foreign foods with strange names like “Napoleon”
names that make me want to read or travel
words that make me long for a chance
to learn
The kitchen girls whisper about crocodiles
and water trolls
sharks, mermaids
caves
forests with paths that glow
paths of moonlight
showing runaway slaves
where to run
Later, when part of the sky is rainy
and part is sunny
the kitchen girls say that the devil
is beating his wife
but who would marry the devil anyway?
No, that one must not be true.
You have to watch out
for other people’s whisperings
so many of them turn out to be
tall tales
in other words
lies.