You may be thankful
For your large family,
Your time to eat and shop and watch football
You may move so quickly through the holiday that you stomp over me
But I have roots throughout this yard.
Some stop to smell the roses
Some crouch and marvel at the mushroom in a peaceful, silent moment
Gazing on its existence as a tiny, respectful, stubborn act of glorious, harmless rebellion–
It cannot be boxed in.
Be amazed that such a tiny thing exists, for whatever purpose it serves
Let it serve its purpose and grow wild…popping up where it wishes,
I cannot be boxed in.