There is a Hole in my World

_Holes_ by Louis Sachar

MC Stanly Yelnats is under a curse. Stanley has been unjustly sent to a boys'

detention center, Camp Green Lake. The warden makes the boys "build character" by

digging holes: five feet wide and five feet deep. The warden it seems is looking for

something. Stanley tries to dig up the truth.

Yoga sock:

a neatly stitched circle borders

the hole where the sock heel should be...

complemented by a ribbed border encompassing

the opening where the toe would normally reside.

Stanley digs holes.

I knit holes...

of a lesser dimension, of course

and with a certain amount of glee.

These double holed socks

prove to be a charming accessory

for the young and agile...

the students of Yoga or ballet.

My fitness disappeared into

a hole greater than five by five...

years ago.

But the socks with holes

create the illusion that

containment is possible

and edged properly a hole

can be a thing of beauty.

It only requires that one

ignore what is missing and/or

add a bottom layer beneath

the hole.

Like Stanley I have to believe

that there is truth to be found...