The Path of the Grains

Grain by grain, ripe together; they slip out from the enclosure of their skins. A murmur of mingling rises, circles in the silence of the air, builds a bridge, slowly, slowly, between the lonely seconds. The balloons of bubbles burst with laughter. Grape by grape, — red and yellow and white and black — they come from soil to soil, without the enclosure of skins and borders they mingle together in the sealed barrel, beside the storeroom. The murmur of mingling comes from the back room to the courtyard of the house...