I wish I had what that small tree has.
It pushed its way between the floor boards
of our porch and reached for the sun.
We admired its pluck, but after a while
we reluctantly chopped it down,
making it level with the porch floor.
This morning when I stepped outside
tiny sprigs of green were growing
from its leveled trunk. I don’t know when or if
we’ll have the resolve to crawl beneath the porch
and remove it, but for now it’s a living reminder
that with persistence you can break through
even a boarded ceiling.