Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

in the morning,
 a fresh blanket of snow
  makes the world look new.
 by day's end, it's well-trodden:
  a car driven off the lot.

with taut anchor line,
 the fisherman's boat looks still
  in flowing waters.

Spring wildflowers
 cluster among the rocks; 
  sheep bells clang nearby.

a road parts the woods,
 one lane splits up nature...
  or does it?

bee-eater sits still --
 not searching, not flitting:
  worried of bee's plight?

grasses sway,
 the egret stalks, & even
  tree roots seem to crawl.

a young monkey
 king kongs through a forest
  of aerial roots.

Tagore looms,
 wind-swept & erudite,
  in mind & presence.

drifting downstream,
 the prow points our way
  to open sea.

at mangrove’s edge:
 a croc, mouth agape.
  lazy hunter?