Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

the fish drifts - barely:
 then, with a snap of its tail,
  it darts to the depths.

Posted on August 7, 2023 by B Gourley

Do I look blurry to a fish,
   as if a floating cloud?
 Does it expect I’ll dart away
    as silence rings aloud?

Posted on June 16, 2023 by B Gourley

the pond 's drying up.
 the fish look sad,
  and I feel sad.

Posted on June 5, 2023 by B Gourley

a fish market,
 broken down for the day --
  yet, its scent still grows.

Posted on May 29, 2023 by B Gourley

"the fish's world
 is always in drift,"
  thinks I, from the bank.

Posted on May 4, 2023 by B Gourley

with back to tree,
 i watch feeding fish ripple
  the mirrored pond.

Posted on April 13, 2023 by B Gourley

back at the trailhead:
 no birds cry;
  no fish weep.

Riffing on Matsuo Bashō’s haiku:

"Departing spring!
 Birds crying;
 Tears in the eyes of fish."

Posted on March 6, 2023 by B Gourley

in the airport,
 i stop mid-stride, a fish
  has my attention.

Posted on March 2, 2023 by B Gourley

silence
 in the koi pond; then:
  a tail whip splash

beached pufferfish.
better we meet 
on my turf