On the eleventh day of September, we run in circles
on a trampoline made by the SkyBound company.
It is a Friday and you giggle, Baby get you!
as I let my arms go limp and my knees go high.
In a few seconds I am the spiritual child
of an orangutan and an octopus.
When you point to our skin and say naranjo,
I’ve never been so in love with citrus.
On the eleventh day of September,
the mesh enclosure made in southern California
doesn’t let us fall
when we throw ourselves into the air.
Twenty years ago I was a new teacher
on a different eleventh day of September.