This morning
I saw wildflowers blooming,
Rooted in the cleft of a rock.
Petals waved like
Delicate violet water spouts.
How can it be?
This fragile miracle,
This coming together of seed and soil
Taking root in a granite crag.
We, too, sink
Tender, resilient roots
In precarious places
And bloom.
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