At night the tiger moves
quiet, restless, no place to go
except here, among the nameless
rivers of time, among the
trees and grasses of the world-
of-words not yet found, searching
for the nameless experience,
the scent of prey undefined
the touch of the sand damp
where the water was just tasted
the experience of just now,
no future, no past, for it
knows not those words, just
the night, it is quiet,
and in silence it waits for
answers to unasked questions.