Targets

The thought of the multitude
Can not grasp the categories
Of the thoughts of the spirits
Circumvolving, but the tense mind
Can shoot arrows toward them.


- Shi King III


Resigned, beneath the maple -
Preferring the disparities
of the concentric verities
Set rigid 'gainst the hay bale,

Preferring skills honed in drill,
With the target set as measure;
Three bulls-eyes a valued parure,
The design as verticil -

You sneered at my ritual.
Still, I'd choose a wisp of cirrus,
or the sun, and try to untruss
The sky of veil or jewel.

Perhaps,
It was then - as each arrow
Turned to return with its decree -
Then was my portent given me;
The sharp boding to the bow.

- The Fool