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 |