Tiger

When I woke before dawn the tiger was still there.

I could hear the bathroom dripping
but the tiger was still there.

Inches from the wall and the tiger is still there.

My iris weighs the tiger whites
reflecting tiger hair.

The universe tears away, sirens pull it near.
Somewhere else a star explodes
but the tiger’s over here.

A moment’s not enough within the jungle’s lair.
When she raises tiger body
and leaps from over there.

In turn I gaze and fix my eyes on something in the street.
Lovers running here and there
with nothing on their feet.