In January 2017, I traveled to Belize City, Belize to work with the administration and the incredibly enthusiastic musicians of the National Youth Orchestra of Belize. I taught private lessons, coached the orchestra, and exchanged pedagogical ideas with students and faculty. Below you'll find a few excerpts from my travel journal.
Third World Country? //
So this is what it is, yet I am oddly at home...
sitting on a dirty couch, cigarette ash dusting the floor.
I am here to change, to move, to love, to explore
as the most raw reminders of what it is to be human
yell, "Hot Tamales," sleep on the street,
flashing, now and then, a smile of gold and missing teeth.
Funny how I am supposed to be the teacher here...
Ferry from Caye Caulker //
The Creoles, The Taiwanese, The Children, the Canadian living in Colombia,
their dark, light, speckled, sunburnt, sagging skins
are married by the tugging of heavy eye lids.
But I could not sleep, fascinated by how the murmuring waves
match the heaving, helpless rhythm of our dormant bodies.