© May 8, 2015 by Swami X
I draw back my bow
My single-mindedness
Plugging my ears
to the laughs
of those who think
my skill nonexistent
In the past
I’ve been distracted
By beautiful birds
flying above the target
By conversation heard
from the crowd
By the grumbling in my belly
from hunger unfed
I’ve never even hit the target
Let alone the bullseye
But this time is different
I’ve faced my last distraction
Eye to eye
And bid it farewell
Finally ready to focus
On my target
The tension on the bow
reaches its zenith
as the light touch
of the feather’s ends
tickle my two curled fingers
Arrow Ready to fly At my command
My surroundings
Become a blur
As the target
Comes into sharp focus
The small yellow circle
In its center
Stares at me
Like a yellow pupil
dilated
in love
Because she sees
I only have eyes for her
Her magnetic pull
Draws me through
This magic portal
To her soul
I have no doubt
I will penetrate deeply
into her center
where my arrow will remain
I want to stay there forever
In the certainty of my bullseye
But I must release my arrow
For this knowing
To be embraced
By all
One final inhale
Close my eyes for a moment
A lifetime
Feel at peace…
Open them
–and she is gone
The target has been removed
Taking too long
They lacked faith
That this time was different
judging my skill
from past performance
where I’d always
missed the mark
They didn’t even
Give me a chance
I release the tension
Disengage my arrow
…look at sky
…down to ground
…shake my head
Crestfallen
In my heart
I was a marksman
But no one was there
To be a witness
she left before
I could prove my mastery
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