I could have looked straight ahead,
Or at my phone,
Or at the busy people passing,
Wondering what was their hurry.
Meanwhile, a little seed that had been driven by the wind,
Caught in a sidewalk’s seam,
Falling into enough sandy dirt to be rained upon,
Had made it’s home.
How long had it been there, when I approached today?
“Look at my beautiful golden being!” she seemed to cry upward.
Two tiny flowers, perhaps seen as weeds to another,
Emerged from a sidewalk crack.
The gifts of hope, fortitude and perseverance
Were evident right there.
I’m glad I looked down!