This poem, a sequel to “The Bow and Arrow“, was written in 2002, eighteen years after the earlier poem. It is rather personal, reflecting my feelings at that time, as did the poem “Samsara” written that same year.
I have but a single arrow I will weep when it is gone So I saved my arrow Carefully I preserved it and went about my life All the while with an inner yearning To find a target for my arrow Now I am growing old My eyesight is not so keen My arm is not so strong And still I have my arrow And wonder why I cry.
Powerful.