Take the Grand Canyon, for instance.
It swallows your head. It breaks
your dimensions apart. If
you’re on the edge of it and
you toss a stone here
it may travel over a mile
before it stops. Where else can you
say such a thing —
except perhaps when
anchored above the Mariana Trench?
A stone dropped over a ship’s rail there
can travel seven miles straight down
with no effort on your part
other than whatever it took
to get there in the first place.
Get to the right place
and if you just let go,
you can watch it fall away
as far as it’s possible
for a burden to go.
Skip climbing. Everest
is only five miles high and
it’s not strictly, purely vertical.
You feel stuck? You feel low?
Here’s the totality of what I know:
the depths can offer
all you need. If you’re
already there, let go.
