One mile deep,
he says.
It could be 100 miles deep,
and I would still want to jump,
feel how rose rocks kiss ripped skin.
While my uncle suffers from vertigo,
we look over the edge,
and I must be the only one thinking
how god loves these ridges
and how he seems to ignore me.
I am trapped behind national park barriers
and the canyon stays untouched.
Falling as deep as it wants to.