Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

breathes in - pauses;
the expected words
do not come;
that rare instance when
mental filters work

chained to drain grate,
a truckable truck 
averts a
Russian nesting doll
grand theft auto case

sourdough starter --
for those thinking of 
having a child,
but who can't be trusted
with a dog or a cat

i was brave
when facing this spider,
until I learned
that within its name
was the word, "Jumping"

a swallowtail lands;
crashed into by another,
it doesn't flinch;
ten feet away, I lean in
and it flutters away

a murder of crows
congregates on the concrete,
and I feel angst.
sure, I’m smarter than a crow…
but smarter than the murder?

Posted on May 31, 2021 by B Gourley

the snake 
feels my footfalls
through its belly,
and i, too, feel its 
movement in my belly

Posted on May 20, 2021 by B Gourley

I watch the hawk
as it sits, watching me
It turns away first,
knowing I can't reach it
nor see it as it sees me

Posted on April 12, 2021 by B Gourley

panting, i sit
on a rock, beside the trail,
watching porters pass 
loaded with logs and plywood --
followed by cows, and goats, and...

Posted on March 25, 2021 by B Gourley