My Santiago

Voyeur at Vida’s

Lunch at Vida’s, Check to jowl with strangers, I can’t but help but overhear conversations of the teenage couple next to me.

I read my electronic news, And eat my quesadilla, Immersed both in my world And theirs!

But I rejoice as I hear them, He asking her what she expects him to do while she shops; Stand? Look interested? Frequent the change room? Half joking off course, But like an ‘old married’ With teasing, Flirting,

But underneath it all, They like each other; So obvious it seems.

I rejoice, Because this is the new generation, And it gives me hope, To hear the banter, The respect,

The range - of discourse of topics, far and wide.

They finish their food, And rise to shop more, Entering “Guess” in front of me. He with his arm around her neck, Playfully wrestling, And she at ease with him.

They are the world to come, And I feel suddenly jubilant.