Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

liquid gold flows
 around rocky monoliths
  and then sun sets

the sun rises
 between the palm trees,
  i see reflected

grass so thick & dry
 that i avoid mere thoughts,
  incendiary

folded butterfly
 might pass for a leaf,
  if not bright orange

rocky tops stand out,
 above the ocean waves,
  but what lies below?

the setting sun
 paints an arrow on the sea
  straight towards me.

mossy rocks
catch the afternoon sun:
dark & light facets

a tree on the shore, 
 in stony ground & briny
  water, thrives!

the crab that scurries
 when i come within ten feet,
  caught unaware by waves