the tiniest of things
in the most out-of-the-way places
the tears in your eyes
the smile on your lips
the lichen on the bedrock
hanging on for dear life
in spite of sun, rain and storm
sometimes you may feel like you are dying
that it is easier to simply let go
but it is not in your nature
and so, you hold fast to that unyielding surface
anchor yourself
and in doing so
encourage the stray wildflower
to do the same
love to all of you
do what you love
love what you do
this Bard says
love
that's all - just
love
Summer 2016