life on isla

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so...i'm here once again...back on the tiny island, surrounded by deep turquoise sea...people speak a language, despite Rosetta stone..,  still so very fast and foreign to me...i'm trying to teach  a core of students, so eager to learn... but the teacher is speaking martian...sometimes I am really amazed that life's path has brought me here..i'm taken back twenty some years...  standing on a corner in tsai kung, china.. looking around the sleepy village...just 35 kilometers from Hong Kong..not a sign in English, and definitely the only person who looked like me standing on that street corner
I was an urbanophobic thirty something that never, ever ventured into Philly,... I never left the security of a pot smoke and hazy existence in Chester county pa.
please don't get me wrong
  it wasn't a bad life...life was easy, needs were met..I had a great woman to share my life with and a really sweet dog, lifelong friends were within a phone calls grasp...I played volleyball, built things and dreamed of being a famous artist.
china came as surprise,
terrifying and challenging
 a gift from\ a great friend who saw something or just maybe wanted my tiny world to grow...whatever the reason, I never  saw myself there or here for that matter...so now
.staying in an unused dive masters apartment...in a beautiful little marina, a tiki bar that watches a Mayan sunset,..
television monitors showing college basketball games by satellite from the states
life is full of curve balls my friends
swing for the fences

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