Clarity Goes

An ending,
an arrow unbending.

In drawing back, then
on energy, armed.

Flight release.

Taken by air.

A sudden, ploughing halt
had to come.

Rapid deceleration, buckling
and raging against lost direction.

A grip of substance, hit.

A shout of pain, a burst of spit.

Anguish, echoing anguish
about all of this, removal.

All energy, a beginning
who's bow will hoist a new petard,

a new direction,

when clarity comes.

by Gareth Rosser