Tiger

Paths that lead to nowhere and everywhere.
A tiger runs down with quiet feet,
my son walks slowly, ponderously.

Be with me, for a moment, part of my world.

Dead stalks slowly become green again,
Dry heat, wet droplets, daffodil perfume,
invite me to travel down the path, no guide.

I fall up through the blue clouds.
I am alone and joined,
to the flowers, the dirt, the air,
yet still and alone my heart breaks free.

Only I wander through these paths,
watching my son, the tiger, my life.