Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

early morning:
 it's still dark & darkly still.
  one boat floats through.

a painted stork
 stands so still on one leg,
  passers think it fake.

the flowing river
 looks still as glass, until
  fallen leaf ripples.

with taut anchor line,
 the fisherman's boat looks still
  in flowing waters.

“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