Monument

To carve a stone

100 feet tall

With iron and steel tools

And my bare hands

Without scaffolding

Without any previous training

Without any foreshadowed 

Thought to do so

That is my life

I fear the granite to topple and fracture

At any given moment

For me the idea

Is there

Blueprints in my mind

The mistakes

The bleeding hands

The critique

All mean not-so-much to me

I’m getting older

And the fright of falling 

Off a 100 foot ladder

Looms

The task at hand

Seems more dangerous 

Than 20 years ago

I lie awake at night

Considering 

My next few tactics

Which makes it no less

Easier

The monument is still there

Waiting for 

My next wrath of chisel

Still 100 feet tall

No less intimidating