An image resides in my head.
I have never been able to shake it.
It is indelible.
A woman, her face obscured by her hair,
kneels at the edge of a hole.
Her arms scooped out tons of debris
which piles around her like ramparts.
Her defenses grow
with every attempt she makes
to deepen the hole.
The earth that does not join
the isolating wall falls back into the hole.
It is a task that can never be completed.
Nor can it be denied.
She is looking for something solid.
Trying to find herself and bedrock to stand upon.
Photo Credit:
MarkusSpiske