Before Dusk
In the alter, before dusk,
I was digging a hole.
It was as though
The dirt was my heart
And my small hands
Were trying to get in
As when one searches
For treasure.
I eventually stopped
And placed my body in
The hole and let the dirt
Layer over me
To shield me from the sun.
I sunk down and cried
And by the time
The orange of dusk filled the desert
I was invisible, drinking in the water.
Photo by Jaclyn Le