A mud-stained white van hums along a grungy dirt road. Greeted by numerous blocks of boulder and rubble, many rains have carried away much of the smooth, tan dirt designed to "soften" this rocky trail. In these mountains of Belize, of this Central American rain forest, we bounce, we dance. For three gentle hours, rocking is now natural, even enjoyable- a part of any venture that cannot contain itself to the Hummingbird highway. Passing farm first, patches of green jungle and pasture with skinny cows that should be fat, we move through village of fragmented forest and family: a Mayan village, San Antonio.
On the fringes of jungle and pine, of fern and flood, we drive. Motion of rocking, loud voices reverberate through the cab; excited youth cannot contain their mouths. A last venture, we enter into this last moment. I have to soak it in. To remember this feeling, this company, together for once more.
And as we move, a song. A theme song of life and love in Belize and in the world, begins to shake through the car and through the mouths of us. A chorus we become, a vibration, as we shout to us and to one another, and to the forest realm, "everybody wants to be loved."
I really love this line: "On the fringes of jungle and pine, of fern and flood, we drive." It creates a sense of being between out of the physical environment that translates nicely back into the rest of the piece. Nice work.
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