Professor, Pond Skater

You remind me of the skinny kid at school,

a stick-legged try-hard pond skater

on fields for gorillas, broken,

but unbroken, because already broken

you’d learned early to protect invisible wings.

When you were small, smaller than most,

like for everyone, the world was a boundless beyond.

The race to nowhere was on - towards

oversized confectionery,

eyes bigger than the horizons of a tiny pot belly

biting off more than, you were always less than

the winner:

the gorilla;

skating figures of eight,

walking on water’s thin ice.

For you, gorillas always flew.

Likewise, fish always did ride bikes.

What a Geek!

Now flanking plankton at a lectern

seven days a week.