Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

i look at the clouds,
and notice an Orb-weaver,
seemingly floating

hornbill
does raven impression --
corner of my eye

on a dead tree,
in the cocoa-colored flood:
coveted Reishi

in the temple,
chaotic swirls of smoke
echo my mind

late day sunlight
fires the yellow temple top
while shadows harden

clouds rise like smoke 
from turbulent cascades --
ghosts ascending

jagged silver stripes
shine in the flooded jungle
at sunset

the river sprawls,
overrunning its banks:
forest, now bayou

baby monkey
practices solo branch-work
low to the ground

even in tall grass,
the peacock stands out;
its neck metal blue