back to innocence

perhaps what unfolds from this stem
is innocence impatient for spring,
petals that brave winter and with
its tongue tastes coldest rain born
from sullen typhoons barging through
coastal doors, unexpectedly, unwelcome
though there is much need for moisture,
much need for rain… the unnecessary
baptism blesses me, revives me, reminds
me that even if there is a deluge ahead,
in time, the water shall subside and all
grass shall return to its former state,
even flowers restored to my mind’s garden

hesitate

so I stray…
what innocence is there
left for me to capture
when you yourself as
sun have chased me
out of darkness and
into this coy hesitation
as flowers sometimes do
on the verge of a full moon—
my mind awakens for
the first time, clearly,
so aware that I have
sensed the Eternal Sense
(and how can i then stand
here unmoved) when
all my intuition leads
me back to you

©mr gahon 1/22/15