Motion In My Hands
In and out, deep breaths I take;
I try to focus as my callous hands shake,
Closing one eye I try to aim,
Preparing to shoot, to hit my game.
Climbing up in this spot is no easy task
Hit by the warm sun but not to bask
With my light physique, I positioned myself
Glad that the branch could withstand my health
Hiding above the branches I wonder,
How much I can earn from each game some yards yonder.
Some very near, others farther
Anyways, my arrows will accelerate faster
From among I see I target the fat one
Four-legged but cannot easily run
With its heavy built and hanging belly
Inertia won’t let you go away so easily
Now I pick among my light arrows
And string it to my strong bow
Exert more force, to stretch, as I pull
So that as I release I will not be a fool
Because with less mass it will accelerate more
And with how much I pulled the string to hit the boar
Now I watch it fly, nearing its target
And see my game panic in the danger near it
As its steps pushes on the ground backward
The ground pushes back to propel it forward
It tries to run, but I apologize
You can’t do it faster because of your size
We do our part but there are laws
That governs how our things pause
What more else can I add?
My dear, my dear, motion was in my hands
In and out, deep breaths I took;
I tried to focus as my callous hands shook,
Closing one eye I tried to aim,
Released my arrow, and won my game.
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This week is finals week and I’m supposed to submit literary pieces for my literature class. Was so uninspired so I tried to look for old pieces and was so glad to have found this again! One of my faves, really ♥ I guess physics was already calling me at that time of confusion and indecisiveness.
