Higher Education

It’s been flat and foggy here in Santa Cruz this late summer.  My paunch has returned. “School” starts as autumn dawns, accompanied by sunshine, warmer water, current, firm abdomens, olallieberry brews, and monarch butterflies. For those who need a good schooling right about now, a poem:

Higher Education

I am mentally shackled

or maybe just mental

but I just want to get shacked

out of my mind

be free to ride

in water kind

keep new time

in my green shack

with liquid walls

and space to stall

a place to learn

to be sublime

-Dina El Dessouky