class dismissed

yes, we were sitting first outside, then inside. during the inside, our professor bought all of us a glass of wine. all of us except the mormon. and during the outside we talked about books and blogs and china and iraq and mexico. and inside i talked about going to talking with tijuana and san diego...why? because i want to write about what i know - or i want to know what i write about. that's it, okay? i want to do what is a part of me. (an aside) the sun shined through the red and window. and then we went around the table, and each of us, all six of us, talked about each thing - landscaping day laborers, why do we call it unskilled labor, mail order wives, iranian nationalists in the us, the westernization and popularization of tibetan buddhism, women's businesses exports from ghana to hungary...and then she had to catch the bus, and then he had to TA a class, and a few of us sat around including the professor, and the boy sitting nearby finally spoke up - why, he's a somalian refugee who lived in san diego. he's studying managerial economics, but just so he can learn the system, and then go back to his home and change it.
and i stayed back, to meet with the project committee...only 2 weeks away and we will be putting stone on stone, then feet on earth, then rocks in clay, and months of waiting and planning and wondering will come to be..and finally, when waiting is full
and when it was over i walked back outside and the bursting moon was rising in the east, behind a haze that projected it even bigger, and i mounted my trusty steed, and on the way home i rode farther than ever with no hands on the handlebars, sitting straight up and straight ahead.
and so passed the last day of class
that i will know this time around.