Geometry

The simple trajectory of an arrow,
If only life could be lived
With such a blessed geometry of purpose–
Shot from past
through present
to futures unseen–
Lightening movement with everything left behind–
Even the slight distortion of an arc,
Should it occur.
No ricochet, no intersections.
No confusion of parallelograms.
Or contusion causing angles of a triangle.
Or the endlessness dizzy repetition of a circle,
Continually turning back upon itself.
Just the cleanness of a beginning
And an end.