This is the man who is building our stone fountain,
(the one who holds the dainty teacup, pounds the sledge hammer, and carves the stones.)
These are the stones that I met a year ago.
We have become solid friends, sharing different
angles and contemplating the purpose of cornerstones-
... our conversation has been never ending.
This is the man who no matter how busy, how heavy the task,
how many times I change my mind, no matter if his cell phone rings,
or he drops a stone on his foot...this is the man who no matter how
hot it is, stays present in the moment, without ever losing his cool!
Who when I ask, "Why, or how come, and do you think it can be like this, or could it be like that?"
Has never lost his patience or sense of humor.
There is the angel working in my garden.