Tim and the Hole:

Tim sits in the dirt
having abandoned
all sense of propriety

the slightest layer
of dust
coating his jeans
his hands
and his arms
up to his elbows

a ring of dirt
fully absorbed
into the ankles
of his now
less than white
socks

stick in hand
Tim digs deeper

this hole
is the one

it will be the biggest hole
Tim has ever dug

loosening earth
with his crude
wooden
implement
curated
from nature
to help him
conquer
nature

scooping the loose dirt
from the hole with his
bare hands

the pile of extracted soil
wholly insufficient to
fill the void caused by
Tim's ambition

he works as quickly as possible
knowing that the recess bell
will soon ring

Tim knows
that this hole
will be the one

his finest accomplishment

the recess bell rings

Tim assesses his work
as he tries
and fails
to brush the dust
from his pants
and hands
and arms

the hole is just as big
as any hole
that Tim has ever dug