Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

the sunny side
 of the mountain falls into
  a cloud’s shadow.

the last few leaves 
 tenaciously hang on
  into mid-winter.

even the small mountains
 hide their tops in the clouds:
  rainy winter day.

prayer placards 
 ring a Chinese banyan:
  weathered wishes hanging.

roots held up the wall;
 the wall supports the tree.
  now, they’re one & same.

the moon is hazy;
 whether it’s the clouds or
  my mind, I can’t say.

a heron stands
 with perfect stillness,
  in frigid water.

the koi cluster
 at one end of the pond:
  anticipating mana.

cymbals crash &
 horns blow, a dragon weaves up-street:
  winter festivities!

How are you creative?

By nudging letters into words, words into lines, and then dancing the mess into something that sings. By trying to tune into the Great Spontaneous.