RECONSIDER THE CURRICULUM

Classrooms where toddlers are the teachers

and hubris-headed PhDs are the pupils

where flame, blue sky and moon

are the not-so-simple subjects

where questions become kaleidoscopes

and what’s familiar’s made foreign

where at the end of all the schooling

and scholarship

after everything learned 

has been unlearned

and the literacy of idiocy

has been achieved

only then are we free to make

symphonies in the sun

just by blinking and thinking 

and sharing 

mindsights inside the swoon 

of Saturday afternoons 

in parks verdant with laughter

and hot fudge sundaes we feed 

into the mouths of our imaginations

with the same silver spoon