I have arrived in Xela and have been here for about a week. I really enjoy the lifestyle here and it is definitely an adventure trying to understand and live in a new world. The school I am teaching at is a very welcoming place and the students I am teaching are something else (I am teaching english to students between preschool and 6th grade). Anyway, I am posting a poem by Jack Gilbert from a book of poems my sister Jocelyn gave to me as a graduation present and thought it might be relevant to my new existence.
Having reached the beginning, starting toward
a new ignorance. Places to become,
secrets to live in, sins to acheive.
Maybe South America, perhaps a new woman,
another language to not understand.
Like setting out on a raft over an ocean
of life already well lived.
A two-story failed hotel in the tropics,
hot silence of noon with the sun
straying through the shutters.
Sitting with his poems at a small table,
everybody asleep. Thinking with pleasure,
trailing his hand in the river he will
turn into.
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