Rim

How far?

How far is it to the top,
a small voice asked.

This canyon is deep, we have descended
as far as we can
go.

It is as far up as down,
the other voice answered.

But farther is the way you must go,
the closer is
unscalable.

Grief can not make you any lower

than lying down
flat.

I am prostrate in
the sand
the walls rise
above
stretching
craning
the edge out of my reach.

I do not want to climb.

Carry me out. Pour me down.
I am out of trying.