In my garden there is a stack of stones.
I worked to balance them weeks ago,
steady handed, one upon the other.
On the apex, a piece of blue glass
crowned with a gold painted pebble.
I expected to restack the stones each day,
assuming the poise would not survive
night wind or birds or squirrels or rain.
Each morning I am pleased
to see the stones still standing.
There is often an ant sitting on the pinnacle
enjoying a panoramic view of the garden.
Its weight does not topple the tower.
Not needing to stand and balance stones,
I have the needed time to stand myself.