The Archer 

1

Not quite instantly
Does thought, the will to power,
Charge currents
Through neuron circuits
To direct the broad of the back
Sweep up the arms
Command the hands
And fingers
All implements of duty
As it has the eyes fix
And focus.

When drawing the bow
To its set point
One aims
Eyeing in
As the breath is paused
Held at bay until …
With its gradual release
The sight is brought down
And slowly drawn to the target

The decision to loose an arrow
Is as much a choice
As it is a hope.
And
When
Loosed
The fletching flutters
And the shaft’s line
Is always true to its mark
If not yours …

2

Far, far in the north
Still waters run the deeps
The ocean’s conveyance is dispensed with - as is the salary
Thus time and the ice both grow thin

Thawing -
The icy grip relaxes
And the remaining reserve
That breadth
Between running out and letting go

Closes  

Salud, I say, Lachiem!
While we’re here, now
We may as well enjoy this intermission
The marvelous interlude

The calm
Before Mother earth
Pulls - drawing back all the forces
At her disposal
Arching cross the horizon

To her set point

As she takes aim
Though not only at us
Rather to her real target
Which we just happen obscure as well -

©Dan Brady