You asked me why I didn’t become a poetry professor at a university and instead help little kids with extreme needs, and I’m not going to repeat myself here, but I gave you a long list of reasons that seemed to go on forever. I can best explain it with a little story.
Once at York the lifeguards and my caregiver forgot to check the water for yours truly after I’d fallen asleep on a raft and been pulled out by an undertow to a quarter mile off shore. It took an hour for them to reach me.
But rather than feeling humiliated, which is what you’d expect me to feel, I felt excited.
I watched the little orange speck of a lifeguard grow bigger and bigger as it approached, and I thought to myself I’m important.
Yeah, that’s not why.
I RAMBLE INTO THE LAND OF ME 