Work
Chips and salsa.
Who could imagine that something so
simple
Would attract so much attention?
Cada día
Hundreds of faces flood into the
small space like
A roaring sea
One by one, group by group
Everyone quickly claims their seat
in the bustling bar
And densely packed dining room
Hastening their pace to avoid
patience
I try to keep up with them as best I
can
Scrambling to take names and numbers
And estimating the expanse of time
Before they engulf
The flavorful plates crafted by the
cooks
I steadily shape the serviettes with
the silverware
Polishing, packing, and perfecting
each set
Tremendous scoops of warm totopos
are placed into baskets
And spicy salsas are served
To complement the saltiness
Waiters, hosts, bosses, and managers
mingle
With the multitude of personas
But behind the barriers blocking the
Gazes of customers lies our own
beehive
Every employee engulfs themselves in
their work
Relaying requests, taking tickets,
bringing bebidas, carrying comida
The restaurant may be a roaring sea,
But we are a tsunami of activity
Over the course of the night,
genuine greetings and gracious goodbyes
Appear to appreciate every passing
second
It is as if the wave of famished,
familiar faces
Will never quite touch the shore
But as closing time looms,
The loads of people leave their
delightfully lavish dishes
For a night that will soon lead to
another ambitious day
The newly sequestered quietness is
striking
The tide seems to have turned
intangible
Now, workers welcome nightly
normalities such as
Bussing booths, sweeping suelos, and
neatly preparing for the next day
As final tasks are taken on,
meaningful memories between amigos are created
And slowly but surely, the herd of
hardworking empleados hastens home
“Buenas noches!”
So strange is the sudden sensation
of the complete and utter
Silence.
-Harper Johnson