A fig tree grows 
in the shaded crevice  
of a white-washed pipe ---
proof enough for me
of miracles and baptisms. 

Note: While traveling last year, I visited a church with relics known for granting miracles. I didn’t expect it to be packed with people to get help (and also the cafe right next door feeding the pilgrims, plus paid parking, plus, plus). I found a quiet spot behind the church, in kind a of back alley, and painted this tiny miracle.