a study of stones,
their rough and tumbled
surfaces pockmarked
black and gray
as they
glisten in the sun.
i have no idea
how many years had to pass
in order to erode
those jagged edges
smooth.
but i can feel their weight
as her steady hand
stacks them one by one,
like a child
playing with blocks
yet patiently, until held
by counterpoise
their delicate balance
contradicts everything i know
about gravity.
