Wetting
my hair,
Flattening
it to my face,
Drenching
my clothes,
Suctioning
them to me,
The
rain pushing me closer to my target,
Pushing
my fingertips into the mud,
I
carefully lift it,
The
roots placed safely in my palms,
I
lift it towards my eyes,
A
clear view,
Of
a light,
Peach
colored,
Flower.
The
first flower of spring.
