Bull's Eye
He neared the crest of the mountain and shouldered his bows and his arrows
They were heavy and laden with lead at times right were the feathers should be
Cap in one hand imprinted with ‘Just do it’ he approached all rapprochement
Trainers fastened on shoe strings of bewilderment the marks man held firm
Spread his legs for firm rooting and visualized wings prepared for the range
It was a fine day calm and serene the heat had cooled and the breeze had abated
Once firm in position he steadied his breathing prepared for the imminent task
The shafts were marked Past some Present or Future unbeknown which was what
They had been carefully labelled with memories contemplation and dreams
‘Let’s start wayward farer’ the shooter followed the first arrow with vigour
It landed far off the target in a wheelbarrow positioned to collect the spears
Practice may not make perfect in one straight line and the sportsman proceeded
Veered to the left and the right overshooting and crashing away from his aim
The competition was only against himself and his own aberrations and failure
Taught him about life nowhere close to bull’s eye and he got better at trying
He bowed to imaginary audiences gathered his gear and discarded his pride
Imperfection is a useful life coach and it improves resilience as an aim in itself
Brings patience and mindfulness and opens eyes away from constricting circles
05th March 2019
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