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