Does the bowstring remember each arrow?
Comfortably slipped into the nock
Gently rested in place
Tenderly drawn back into the past
And then violently shocked forward
When it is taught, does it learn the subtle distinctions of the fletch?
Once loose, does the bowstring feel the paradox?
Does it know if it missed?
With each release, is it stronger or more frail?
Does it mourn?
Does it look for the lost friend, lost child, lost love?
Does it accept the next from the quiver with anticipation?
Nichole M. Dulin