Center of Gravity

Stance locked. Stiff joints loosening. I initiated balance calibration. Shifted weight from the left knee to the right foot. Friction registered across the wood grain. Stable. In my right grip, the pole rested downward. I applied light torque. The rubber tip tapped the table surface once. A clear, solid click echoed. The recoil traveled up my forearm. My hinges respond. My leverage holds.