Lights Out

It happens here in Mexico

not infrequently enough.

They’re out, I went out, came back,

thinking they’d be back on by now.

Nope.

That’s not one thing I like about Mexico.

One thing I do like is that, in this town,

the people are not so complicated in their

heads that they won’t say “Buenos Dias.”

in the morning and mean it.

We all want to feel connected,

with it,

in sync,

part of something bigger?

God, social media, whatever you got

that seems appealing.

In Mexico, as in all poor countries,

it’s family.

They have big ones so the possibilities 

are greater.

Some of that decency spills into the environment.

That’s why people I haven’t even met here know my name.

I feel I’ve been accepted as part of the environment.

Try that in New York City, especially when the lights are out.