Tuesday, October 15, 2013
TOGETHER AT LAST
I'll take you over here
at the self-checkout
she said
I said okay
if you do it
cuz I don't know how
to work it
never had the patience
to fool with the damn thing
and as we were standing there
this brother walks up
though you may prefer
African-American
but that would be presumptuous
you don't know where the dude is from
could be African-British
or African-French
or African-African
I prefer brother
like Whoopi Goldberg said
I'm not "African-American"
I'm American
So he asks the lady
who happens to be Hispanic
if they have any couscous
and she wrinkles her nose
and says "koos koos"
what's that?
and the guy is at a loss to explain
having never encountered a supermarket employee
who didn't know what couscous was
and I say well it's a grain
and he says yeah that's it
and she is still saying
never heard of koos koos before
and I say do you have an ethnic foods section?
looking at the brother and hoping it's okay
to use the word ethnic
in front of him
and she says that would be aisle four
and he looks relieved
yeah
well
never landed in the middle-east
but I know what couscous is
having been back to the garden
a time or two
but gotta wonder about her
maybe she will go home and tell her family
about the new word she learned today
and maybe they will look up its origin
and maybe they will even try it
and maybe
just maybe
the butterfly effect of that
will engender a little more understanding
among us
and bring the world a little closer
together at last
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ha yes..i DO hope she's gonna try it... love me some good couscous...with chicken and...oh...hmmmmmm... food can build bridges-- and they're quite stable..
ReplyDeletehah, Timo! maybe that's all it takes, just a little more couscous.
ReplyDelete(i thought your poem was going in a whole nother direction based on the first line. maybe you should write that poem, too.) (wink!)
ha. if only it would echo out...education is def a huge part of understanding...
ReplyDeleteand i have a hard time believing a supermarket employee did not know...but then we are ever slipping...
CLAUDIA : Food can build bridges alright--but more often I think it's wine, etc.
ReplyDeleteMARIAN: Yeah, and based on the first SIX lines, it could be very intriguing indeed. I knew I could rely on you to catch something like that!
BRIAN: Education...and exposure to other cultures...you are right, man.
I liked the way this swiftly flew... esp the ending . Liked being in on the internal monologue.
ReplyDeleteExposures to other cultures is key. So often people are not interested to learn about others and that is a shame.
ReplyDeleteWhat I like most about this is its sideways pop at the way PC has mangled our language and where that has gotten us. The scene itself is told well, and it would only have been a few years ago that this would have been really common here too.
ReplyDeleteEvery little helps towards understanding and acceptance - an illustrative tale.
ReplyDeleteOMG, if I am ever faced with a self-checkout, I will be utterly clueless (I mean even more so than normally.) I so loved this poem because your awareness and sensitivity shine through, Timo.
ReplyDeleteBUDDAH: Thanks, man. It's not often that I hear from The Buddah.
ReplyDeleteAYALA: You said it.
RUMOURSOFRHYME: You have touched on the integral theme of the poem. Good going.
COLIN: Thanks, and so good to hear from you.
SHERRY: Yeah, it only took me six years to learn how to use the self-serve gas pumps...ha ha.
I STILL only go to We Serve. If they phase them out, I'm sunk but by then someone in charge will have relieved me of my drivers license anyway. Or my 1992 Toyota will croak - it and I are in a race right now.
DeleteI absolutely Love this! I tend to wonder things like this too. Supermarkets can be such interesting places if you just open your eyes! I love the voice of this poem! :-)
ReplyDeleteKATIE: Much appreciated. So nice to hear from you!
ReplyDeleteCous Cous ... kiss kiss ... meow ... :)
ReplyDeleteCous Cous ... Kiss Kiss ... meow ... :)
ReplyDelete__Cultures and ethnicities, should never be degraded or lost... but praised and valued; some day we may all look, and think alike... that would be the ultimate loss. Androids.
ReplyDeletei'm reading too fast today first I thought It was some NEW AGE word I haven't heard like NAMASTE..or something like that..but I know a knew dish too..today..I wonder if my wife will make IT for me..as It sounds pretty good..by wiki at least..
ReplyDeleteI do love the international flavor of the grocery stories where I live..so nice to see a variety of folks..as the rednecks can get to looking all the same in my neighborhoodhehe..andyeah..i'm somewhat of a redneck too..I guess...haha...
Oh indeed! Any opportunity for mutual understanding should be grasped with both hands. I firmly believe ignorance is a breeding ground for hatred. Your scene is so authentic - with the awkwardness of the three-way conversation, the internal monologue (Is it okay to use the word ethnic?) and the thought at the end: Will she see this as an opportunity to learn something new?
ReplyDeletePeace, Tim.
I like your concept here, Timo, not that couscous will conquer hate and division, but that learning what we have to offer each other and what we can share is how we bridge the divide and learn to grow together instead of apart. I also like the way the poem starts, with the idea of help, of offering what costs nothing...answers, support, etc. Anyway, I love couscous--they sell it by the rice and bagged beans and stuff here, in various flavors, in case you ever want to find it in Oklahoma. ;_)
ReplyDeleteThanks every bodies for your wonderful comments!
ReplyDeleteKERRY:Thanks...it truly is one mind at a time, isn't it?
HEDGEWITCH: Thanks for the tip--and I may do that one day if the local store is out of stock!
Very cool possibility! Every moment and encounter helps. And the butterfly effect--well, you just never know which change will take us to where we want to go. I enjoyed the entire inner monologue as well as the plot line.
ReplyDeletefood can be a social bridge... loved the poem...
ReplyDeleteCouscous + butterfly effect may bring peace. Extraordinary, entertaining spin on the call for peace. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteAfraid to say "ethnic" ha ha. Oh, this was truly a joy to read. I could feel your hesitation, not wishing to offend by being PC - which is a bunch of crap. I'm not German-British-American for pete's sake! I always get nervous when I don't know if something is Japanese, Chinese, or Korean and say "Oriental" instead because I'm not sure if that covers all three or not! … (if you know, leave a reply here :)
ReplyDeleteMARGARET: The politically correct term nowadays is "Asian"...if you use that, you've covered all the bases, I think!
DeleteI also like the food angle, Tim ~
ReplyDeleteI love this! It really is amazing to me how global we are in our everyday lives, yet we all still act like we're disconnected.
ReplyDeletePerhaps couscous is our peace food...Love your take on the challenge to write about peace.
ReplyDeleteYa never know what little gem will melt and change a heart, or bring together two or twenty-two . OR...what we and others might learn from any situation, glance, smile or word.
ReplyDeleteIt is not our job to KNOW...just to keep on doing. NOW I'M going to look up "couscous"!!!
Great narrative of a moment captured and even better follow through. >KB
ReplyDeleteI thought couscous had became standard food like pasta (we said macaroni when I was a kid).. or rice. isn't all food ethnic in reality... (here I think marshmallows and pancake syrup is ethnic food)---
ReplyDeleteI loved every word of this - a great story poem, and I like the sly digs at political correctness, which has gone right over the top!
ReplyDeleteBaby steps. Love the honest voice in this.
ReplyDeleteFirst of all, I love couscous. It's positively delicious. More importantly, I'm glad you wrote this poem - maybe we'll all grow up is right!
ReplyDeleteFunny little slice of life. I like it :)
ReplyDeleteI like the rhythms of this, the staccato, the sway, the undulation of Walmart vernacular…a really nice read
ReplyDeleteEARTHGIRL: Thanks...I like the way your comment slinks like a panther on a moonless night.
ReplyDeleteI do hope they bar code that shit.Otherwise you n the brother are in bother. Thanks for linking up with dVerse tonight.Loved this.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Paul. It makes you wonder about things we take for granted that everybody knows, but not everybody does know the same things we know. And, of course, a few have literally lived in a cave :)
DeleteI'm trying to imagine living somewhere that doesn't have couscous. Not a fan, but it's a fact of life :)
ReplyDeleteIndeed it is. It's an acquired taste, I think.
DeleteUsually I don't ask where anything is in a grocery store. If I do ask and the employee looks at me as if there is something wrong with my sanity I don't continue questioning. I just keep looking, there or in some other store.
ReplyDeleteI know the feeling. It's the same reason why I never stop at the gas station to ask for directions!
DeleteLike Bjorn said, this was novella, story poem boffo wordplay & wordsmithing, rife with sincerity, levity, & profundity. I really dug it, putting me in a Beat frame of mind.
ReplyDeleteWOW...high praise...and your comment was poetic as well. Thanks, Glenn!
DeleteWho'd think the key word "community" would lead to a powerful discussion of couscous and the community of man! Here's to the butterfly effect, Timo. Beautiful read!
ReplyDeleteYour comment is much appreciated!
DeleteExcellent read and long live the butterfly effect. How easy it is to learn from each other.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Sometimes all we have to do is ask
DeleteI like this. :) We could all do with a little extra flavor in our lives, and a little more understanding.
ReplyDeleteThanks, DE...sabor!
DeleteYes... there is no better bridge than food to join culture... would you like some fermented herring?
ReplyDeleteWill have to pass on that herring--lol (Don't get too pickled now!)
DeleteI thoroughly enjoyed your style of narration...its amazing how sharing food can bring people together and ignorance about 'other'cuisines can create a chasm.
ReplyDeleteIf we could all just break bread together for one day, think of how that might change things!
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