Surveying Another Scene

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I’m jealous of you man in the sun of Mexico. You dance with your wife and family and toil in the fields all day. You enjoy the fruits and vegetables of your land and are content with a small 3 cylinder Geo Metro that gets you around the fields and to the feed market. You make tacos in the field for your wife and fellow workers and you are tired at night, and you sleep well. You have no trappings of wealth and your idea of pornography is watching your wife at the well fetching water. She takes a sip while holding her hair back over her neck. Internet is beer with friends as lighted lanterns spotlight laughter at a fiesta. There is no talk of a border or politics because you have learned to be content as you are. You nake 8-10 thousand dollars a year and your children are all healthy, as are you.

When outlandish brothers talk of a better life in America, you find their talk foreign, as foregin as French. You listen to all things and are not hurried about meeting your next deadline or even running to Starbucks. There isn’t one near you. You pour the hottest peppers on salsa on your tacos as you survey the scene of your farm before you. You are proud of the latest harvest. There is a lull in every action as you contemplate the beginning routine of your next enterprise, but you don’t know what enterprise means. You house 2 generations of family above you and one below. Your house is humble but at the end of the day, everyone has learned one day more about love and family and no one is anxious. For these things, and for your dance in silence, I am jealous of you.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Green-Eyed Monster.”