riding tigers
riding tigers
looking back is much further away than looking ahead
the near future is frightening there is comfort in a past
memories of moments nurture the expectation is dead
stare through eyes tightening each sight may be a last
when riding tigers to be cautious is the immutable rule
the wild lies below the surface emerging unpredictably
clearheadedness to nauseous yet not intentionally cruel
breathing the scent of the carcass reacting instinctively
leaps and bounds to tomorrow along a narrowing path
so priceless yet given freely costs cannot be measured
paid in happiness and sorrow the bodies absorb wrath
accepts the delicate as unwieldy discard the treasured
in deep night the beasts restlessly all alert on the prowl
touch the dangerous recklessly the fecund and the foul