Feeling Mexico

Apr 27, 2017

Read by Rabbi Neil Blumofe

As we drive

I see birds

high in the sky.

I close my eyes and imagine

I am a bird

flying all the way to Mexico.

I can taste the chamoy raspas.

I can hear the mariachi

and church bells.

I feel my heart jump.

Below me, I see trees

dancing in the wind.

I don't want to open my eyes

but when I do I'm back in the car

and we're still driving.

I look up and see the sign:

"Welcome to Mexico."