I railed at the circumstances
That would not let me grow
And reach the goal I had set for myself
in the way I had hoped to go.
Then at my feet I saw it -
A small green growing thing,
Pushing its way through the pavement
In tryst with life and spring.
The forces of God and nature
Revealed in a blade of grass,
Stubbornly pitting its fragile strength
Against that immutable mass.
A blade of grass in the pavement -
But I suddenly wanted to leap -
Come what may, I would finda way,
I, too, had a tryst to keep!
-Helen Lowrie Marshall
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