Chiapas is…

by Mateo Bernal

 

Chiapas is green melons

Majestic mountains

Toes in lodo

Bare feet

Bare feet in mud

Families on side of roads

Skinny dogs

Colorful clothing

Small men carrying big bags of coffee

Long hair with beautiful ribbons

Skinny animals

Sweat from hard work

Mothers nursing

Cows grazing

Cornfields at 75 degree angles

Stars when electricity went out

Copal incense

Beggars in the city

Dirt floors, empty rooms

Solidarious intellectuals

Truckloads of Mexican military men

 

Chiapas is skin, the color of the earth

Impressive religious rituals

Mounds of tortillas

Communal cooking

Smokey kitchens

Small patios

Two men in Oventik, bandanas and ski masks in the fog

Children waving in doorways

Distended abdomens

Smiles

Bishop Ruiz and his entourage

Gang of good-hearted gringos, struggling through the mud

Marimba music all night long

Roosters

That guy singing

Shoes going “schloop

Crazy laughter (of the CIRSA guys)

mas cerca!

Metal on cobblestones from gas trucks

Labored breathing

Hand through green pergamino coffee beans

Fireworks

Doggies when they got kicked

TIK!

Babble of voices during mass

Flat church bells at 5am

Rough hewn call to prayer

Mosquitos

Honking horns

Birds

Baby chicks “piu, piu, piu!”

Sound of throwing up

 

Chiapas is snatches of different languages on the street

Saying no to young children street vendors

Sun on our skin

Rain on our skin

Being out of breath

Motion of swinging in the van

Feeling people’s stories

Continual handshakes

those gentle handshakes

clay

humble

dancing to music, watching feet

anger

respect and admiration

hope, hearing about la sexta

 

Chiapas is overwhelmed

Sad to hear about the brother migrating to the US

Scared

Confusion

Squeamishness

Educated

Breadth of hospitality

Frustrated at not being able to communicate

Inspirational

Community, one that is lacking in our world

Ashamed

Self-conscious

 

Chiapas is love

Chiapas is clay in my hands

Chiapas is pain, and hope