The tiniest of cracks

Today I saw a pansy. 

She had pushed her way up,

Through what must have been

The tiniest of cracks

In between the hardest of bricks

On the side of the street.

So in love with the Sun,

She had wriggled her way up

And out into its warmth.

If she can unfold

And bloom

And stand tall

With her feet in a crack so small,

How easy it must be

For Love

To break through our defences,

Our smallness,

Our fears,

Our forgetfulness.

All we need to leave open 

Is the tiniest of cracks.