the view of El Parroquia
of San Miguel de Allende
A little hand taps on a shoulder.
“Can you please buy me a taco to eat?”
The words blow hard
choking the very sounds
from our throats.
A boy begging for food.
How to discern begging from asking?
How often do we catch ourselves
begging in our own ways?
begging for our empty bowls to be filled?
begging for what aught to be given?
Hands grasping for sky.
How to truly ask?
What the universe can easily grant us.
By Mai Brehaut