there's a Mexican pounding nails
on my neighbor's roof.
We exchange universal language waves and nods,
but I wonder
if he can really see me well enough
(under the shade of my porch)
to tell that I'm one of the good ones.
Can he sense my identification with the struggle;
perhaps even glimpse my non-latte holding hand
raised in solidarity?
I'm sure that he can,
and as he turns back
to his sweat and shingles,
in his imagined regard and congratulate myself
on having not become too privileged
to think of others.
This was inspired by Hannah's Salar de Uyuni prompt at Real Toads. Salar de Uyuni is a salt flat in Bolivia. When it's covered with water, it's one of the world's largest mirror.