Affixed in this place as the hands stopped turning the bend on the wall mounted clock before me.
Water from the stone mixture evaporating to leave me grounded here for a long time. Maybe forever.
But the draft atop me suggested this might not stick, could be just this moment. And only this moment. Remember that…
… keep going, the little voice said, keep going.
Pull up from the hardening. It never fully cures, that’s just myth.
The breath above, the little voice, keep going.
And I lifted.