Volunteer Flower

A volunteer of green clings to
the edge of the sidewalk
at an out-of-the-way place
the weedeater may miss
long enough to sink roots
deep enough to support
the flower. 

The seed was planted in
mystery without intention
or design but still somehow
managed to land in a 
spot conducive to growth,
just enough soil and water
for life. 

And now the decision,
to let it remain and do
as it will, to attempt a
transplant into an 
established bed, to dig
a whole new bed around it,
or kill it. 

The latter is inconsistent
with my soul, the new bed
is a commitment not yet
called for, the transplant
is risky and could cause 
its death, and so, for now
it remains. 

As is, growing in the squeeze
of pavement, bringing 
beauty to a barren place,
offering itself just as it is,
just where it is, to help
joy flower in a heart 
craving joy.

Flowers fade, but some
come around same time
next year, returning
again and again to a
spot that welcomes it,
volunteering again and again
to blossom anew.