I was washing clothes by the river
With other women laughing chatter
Draping from basket to bushes
It was a happy dream

Came the dream other
Said time to show you something
I was thinking of the other women
With my share of the work

But then

I was lifting slowly upwards
They became smaller and smaller
Into grains of sand
The grains of sand began to move
As a child lifted a giant foot
From beneath.
I saw the child but I was rising slowly
The child smaller and smaller
Into grains of sand
Another scene lifted from the sand
Again, again, then faster higher
Sand on sand,
Each it's own reality within
The other said then
It's like the layers of an onion