Precarious comes to mind, its Latin
root in prayer.
Sixteen tons, like a spinning
top in silhouette, rest on a point
inches in diameter, shouldered
by a column.
You behold such poise,
remember how you lose
your head at the drop
of a hat. One breath, you think, breath
held between gusts up the canyon.
Wind, ice and water lathed rhyolytic tuff
down to the present moment,
on which the balance
of your life
John Willson is a recipient of the Pushcart Prize and awards from the Academy of American Poets and the Artist Trust of Washington. His full-length collection, Call This Room a Station, was published by MoonPath Press in 2020. A two-time finalist in the National Poetry Series, John lives on Bainbridge Island, Washington, where he has been designated an Island Treasure for outstanding contributions to arts in the community.