LITTLE COLONY

Seems she’s always been here—vertical rock face next to a busy road, watching activity come and go. If activity equals time, she may be stuck forever. No luxury of ample soil or water, and the time to bask. She sees her task. The little one running ahead, and three behind once in a row, now fighting with each other, with one more in tow. Mothering. The sun has weathered her emerald skin to leather. Her prudence has made her hardy… hearty too. History enables her to interpret the terrain, find the vein in the rock that will serve them best. Every day is a test of gritty perseverance, but in due time they will learn resilience too.