endeavour

Cheng Him

what more can we do beneath the weight of all the grief in the world?
once, i watched a daffodil rise through a crack to greet the world

and though it was not there the next day its children’s children made a field
where there once was road and till this day i dare say they will inherit the world

that makes no space for small and fragile things, too caught up in its
overlarge mountains, forgetting that pebbles too help make the world

the way these flowers do, and you and i as well, two small and impossibly
frail specks of dust in the air, pushing through the cracks, looking for the world.