A poem a day for 2013 - day 126 - (W)holes

There is always the urge to dig a hole deep as I can dig / crawl into it and hide my self from other selves / until the fog moves / because the fog does move / I have come to know / bless God / but the thing about holes and digging / are the questions I can't answer / all those whys to account for / then the sun is out / and I can't play / because who's gonna fix the landscape I messed up