Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

monsoon skies
hide behind the mountain,
creeping slowly

in the desert,
the sunrise burns brightly,
as if sand burned

the spider’s mind
is one with the silken web,
tripped by vibration

turning towards one,
the sloth bear becomes
more bear than sloth

hugging a wall,
the tree stands suspended;
life finds a way

two birds feed;
one eats, and one wonders
about the other

butterflies land,
but don't loiter, upon
buttery petals

golden bamboo
creaks & clacks in the wind,
and then is silent

water swirls
around smooth, wet rocks,
entrancing me

at the muddy shore,
reconstructing the scene
by reading tracks