This is the poem I wrote that appears in the beginning of Life With A Hole In It.

We Are Drawn In Disappearing Ink

We are drawn in disappearing ink. Not much use in
wondering why or when we will run dry,
just fade away.

Our minds are drawn; our mouths are pursed.
We know it’s all been pre-rehearsed.

Come here, dear character so drawn
and look, there is another dawn.

See, it’s way out there beyond your
loves and hates…it rises like a rich red
curtain on the higher world.

Vicki Woodyard