Completely missing the target
an arrow in my hand, gripping it tightly,
it fell at my feet from my sweaty palms,
blisters already forming.
Walking along a highway in
the night with no coat
to keep me warm,
I see a solitary armadillo
looking for its meal.
I won’t stop to chat about the weather.
Instead I’ll ask how it feels
to have year-round shelter from the cold.
Knowing I may not get an answer,
I’ll continue on that road,
hoping I won’t stumble …
Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
2 years ago