The Jenga Tower

All it takes for the Jenga tower to come crashing down is the removal of one wrong block.

It was a foundation without knowing it, a piece of quiet structural integrity. Maybe it didn’t look like much — these things can be deceiving. Unassuming. Humble.

But it is pulled, and Camelot falls.

All that’s left is the crumbled castle — or is it? Because the sky still beckons to be touched, and when the dust clears, the stalwart, stubborn foundation is still standing. Waiting to be built upon again.

With each block, the tower starts to rise. Slowly, carefully. And when it stands, when it brushes the clouds, the blocks pulled are the ones that don’t hold strong. The excess. And memory will keep the right blocks in place.

She stands.