Reclaiming Sin

Poem written by Em Meuller, used with permission from the author

If you name it you can change it.
Rabbi Elaine Zecher

How to condense missing the
mark into one word that
conveys all the meaning of
putting your bow to your
shoulder, your left hand on the
grip, the wood seductively
smooth, your right two fingers
pulling the string with the arrow
notched and resting on its shelf,
pulling back until your fingers
themselves notch yet still
pulling wider the space
between bow and string,
winding up energy into the
fletchings so the arrow can
spin, keep its course, its speed
and line and thump near
enough to bulls eye that the
blinding light of explosion
wakes you up to what you need
to do?