Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

the black sand bay
under rainy gray clouds:
boats rock anxiously

the stone monkeys 
at the temple entrance seem
less than inviting

volcanic rock
at the sea’s edge; where
lava met its match

clouds conform 
to a volcanic cone
like a blanket

a dragonfly lands
on a lotus seed head
without making sway

the monkey sage sits —
not napping, but looking so,
on the temple wall

an orb weaver
sets its trap by trail’s edge, &
catches one gawker

two roosters
on a paddy dike:
a flash of black

a sunflower
— deformed and stunted —
still brightens my day

a desert rose:
its base stout & misshapen;
its blooms elegant