Balance Point

I stepped onto the flat handle of a teaspoon resting across the rim of a ceramic mug. The silver bowl tipped upward with a tiny scrape. I paused, keeping my knees still, then slid my paper foot back half an inch. The metal leveled out, swaying gently on the rim before floating completely horizontal. When a small draft fluttered my paper edges, I leaned into the weight until everything steadied. It held.