A Target
A Target
The hand was gentle with much care and precision,
I was flying through the air
On a resolute trajectory
With much direction,
A crisp azure sky
A whisper only birds could hear,
Higher and higher,
With my flat surfaces—
Shimmering as I project ever upward
With direction, momentum and determination
CRACK! And with speed and incomparable unfaltering determination of its own—
It strikes and the impact shatters me;
Bits and dull dust at my center blow and disintegrate
Beautiful shining fragments begin to feel the gravitational forces beckon
In a new direction
My pieces plummet toward the earth from where they land and scintillate
Just a bit,
Then begin to settle as they rest
And grow dull.
Copyright © Toni Orban | Year Posted 2015
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