The engine stalls to a sputtering stop
Puzzling, it seems I'm stuck
Caution tape decorates the side of my sandbox
Sequestered by the elephant-ear leaves of the devils claw.
You never knew the hole was there
Until it announced itself.
Agape
going excitedly to greet its guests

Quick
There's a stick
Stick in the sand
Stick to stab
Stick to hold, but sinking still
Stick to standstill
Still stuck
Stick figure
Still as a tree
Stiff as a board
Bored of the sunken still me
Buried but alive
Praise to the Most High
Ameen

They dont believe its a sinkhole
“You're being dramatic”
Then what's in my lungs!
Languid confabulation
I want to tell you about the ocean
But i only make it to the shoreline
“Surely she's lying”
Shipwrecked are my intentions
And capsized is my laughter
sand is not wet
But it too submerges its victims
Until you can't see them anymore


My sos is just as dangerous
It sinks people too
Sink as in drown
Not as in kitchen
Noncommunial
No communion
Common Union of the non variety
My truth is heavy
A liability to my survival
But i will hold it forever
Don't save me
I do not want to be saved
I wish to live here while the storm passes

And maybe one day
If i am patient enough
Someone will drop a shovel nearby
So I may excavate my own sunken home