Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

“turn left to go right”:
 branches sweep around in arcs,
  is the tree moving?

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

hay is baled, and
 the pasture is empty: 
  still, but for cloud drift.

Posted on June 25, 2023 by B Gourley

an egret stands:
 still of body,
  but not of eye.

Posted on May 27, 2023 by B Gourley

along the seashore,
 everything is in motion,
  but the crow's eye.

the dragonfly
is still, and I wonder
whether it's dead,
and further wonder whether
anyone has thought that of me

Posted on June 25, 2022 by B Gourley

under the tree sits
a potential Buddha;
human mimics tree

Posted on May 21, 2022 by B Gourley

a dragonfly
alights on a boulder,
zipping to stillness

Posted on April 24, 2022 by B Gourley

lost in ocean awe,
still enough that fish gather
in one's shadow

Posted on March 28, 2022 by B Gourley

branch-draped moss
high in the treetops:
wind wiggled