Forty-five feet
of rope –
I fed this much
into the hole.
I saw each inch pass
and I fear to feed
too much more.
Now I know
the measure of the
growing pile below.
I can see that it’s not
very much rope, at all.
Worse yet, what remains
on this side of the wall,
(hopefully, an equal measure)
seems barely half
of what passed and is gone.
There’s never enough length
left to tie off the rope
and prevent the final fall.
©️ 2020.
