The White Pearls From Me Poem by RIC BASTASA

as the gray, thick clouds
of Jose Dalman bring forth
the wild, heavy rain and as
the blown mahogany leaves
look for life on the grass
and the plain

as the intensity of the storms
of the Marupay's fierce winds brings forth
the strong pleas of the
workers of the land
proud of the green orchards
asking to be spared


and when the eyes of the typhoon
meet the eyes of the
monkeys and the parakeets and
python

so in me, shall come the arc of the rainbow
the subsiding side, the stopping of the rage, and the
cool white pearls of the morning dew.