Blog by Hannah Frank
I remember underwater basket weaving being discussed as a joke
about
the uselessness
of college
its grey walls and quiet shores
a barrier to real life
YET
years later I want to learn
the way a dog wants to run, leap and bound
and smell the earth.
Time will tell or will it shout loudly at night in the rain when I am locked out of the car screaming, "you're not innocent!"...