This hole I’m in,
I didn’t dig it,
My foot slipped,
Earth cascaded away beneath me
Before I knew it,
I was knee deep in a muddy hole.
I tried to step out,
But I didn’t try hard;
A knee deep hole is easy to step from,
So, unconcerned, I rested a while,
Catching my breath.
I hadn’t expected the hole to grow,
But it did.
I’m trying hard to get out of it now,
But it’s getting bigger,
And each time I claw against the sides
Of this hole,
It grows larger still.
It’s starting to feel like home.