espera

a group of ladies frequent my place of work in the late mornings and early afternoons. actually, many people frequent the bagel shop at various times during the day, but these ladies are the ones i wait for.

they don't know me from any of my co-workers. if i saw one of them at the grocery store she wouldn't bat an eyelash. but i would probably stop and stare.

i don't know where they're from, i just know that it's not here. they have delicate spanish accents and delicate european features. tiny noses and pale tan skin. dark and smooth hair, big eyes, and a smattering of freckles. they're always so beautiful. they're always so effortless. they always look so happy with. everything.

i wish that i could sit with them and just listen to the words roll off their tongues with such foreign familiarity. where did they come from? spain? argentina? maybe some place i've never even considered. how did they find each other? and when can i go to the place that created such beautiful creatures?

i find it sort of silly that i spend my days at work waiting and hoping that at least one of them will come in and order that double toasted cinnamon raisin bagel with lite cream cheese and strawberry jelly on the side.

pero cada uno espera algo. cada uno espera a alguien.