Global Learning Across Borders, Morocco Fall 2007 group member, Ellie Ezzell presents a visual poem about a morning spent in the High Atlas Mountains near Marrakech.

1. Morning Time By Ellie Ezzell (Written the morning of October 16, 2007)

2. “ Right now I am sitting outside in the cold air on the balcony of the Berber home we are staying at. I have no idea what time it is. I just know that I woke up with the sun shining in and the urge to pee. Everyone else is still asleep. A rooster is crowing. Repeatedly. And I have placed my bum on the bright geometric patterns of a handmade wool Berber carpet. The cold air feels good. I was hot in my sleeping bag. I am alone with myself and Marvel at the High Atlas Moroccan Morning. Peace. Salaam. And Good Morning.”