driftwood <br />with seven twigs <br />on the shore <br />as clear as glass <br />is the water <br />and all stones and pebbles <br />are visible <br /> <br />above <br />blue skies <br />so blue that the white cotton clouds <br />appear like sperm cells moving <br />impregnating <br />an earth-sky womb <br /> <br />and then <br />it rains <br />the water rises <br />the drift wood again taken <br />floating <br />gently to another shore <br />another island <br />of white sands <br /> <br />a coconut tree towers <br />to reach a waft of cloud <br />winds as cool as ice <br />sands slipping on the fingers <br />a leaf from a guyabano tree falls <br />on the mouth <br />of a sleeping woman <br />beside her <br />the man whose arms are enclosing <br />her throughout <br />the rainy night<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-view-7/
