• Grant Handgis

Grant Handgis ~ Author/Poet

Unfolding of The Tide

The tiny niña

seemed so fragile, alone

for her small handmade bundles,

seven in all, the number of

years she had known this life

where toil is embraced as acts of

eating and drinking, an integral

dance in survival in a

predatory world, and ever present


and what we condescendingly

term poverty, would be foreign

and illogical to those posted

along the streets doing business

as silly as "thin" meaning

"not large enough,"

so she sat there protective

over her wares, fidgeting between

meaningful arrangements

as lovingly as the hands

working the flour into the

tortillas being patted and

prepared for her dinner

at home

I walked south along the length of the bay towards Old Town, where the Zocalo lay waiting. There was a vast difference between the Golden Zone of north Mazatlan and the old part of the city. The wealthy professionals and landed gentry of the city lived in the Golden Zone. The rest lived in the old part of the city, where most of the daily business was conducted by the average citizen. The Golden Zone is also the strip with the American hotels sat, and where Americans and Canadians usually stayed during their visits. That foray into the heart of Mazatlan changed my way of seeing Mexico in general, and myself in particular. I found that I was actually more at home in this marvelous place with the Zocalo, or traditional center of town.

This poem reflects the quiet beautiful nature of vendors who can be seen along the streets, selling their wares. Each vendor is a business owner, entrepreneur, taking pride in their merchandise. The little girl I observed from my seat on a bench in the Zocalo park gave me time to watch her carefully rearrange her few items, as if they were the most important items in the world.


g. Michael Handgis Photography


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