One day a conversation started
between two people
so disparate and so unlikely.
Not knowing whence the conversation would go
they had the courage to start.
It could have withered and died.
Like a seed landing between the cracks in the cement.
Or like this one,
it grew with water, tenderness, and love.
Over and over we try
like Milkweed in the wind
watching the seeds disperse into the air
hoping one solitary seed lands where it will take root.
And, we are changed by the very act of trying.
Transformative and courageous courage.
Holding out our hands.
And, being met with either sunshine or cold, hard frost.