Haiku — 0044: Focus
Seeing only a target.
After a busy day of work, I traveled from Amsterdam, back to Eindhoven, only to make it in time for my archery class. And there, amidst the numerous missed bullseyes, I could only think of this topic to write a Haiku immediately after I reached home.
Bow strung, drawn,
A quivering heart stilled,
Archer takes aim.
So I am going through this ‘beginner’s lesson’ for archery, 8 classes of practice, one class of examination (No, they don’t score you for your bullseye just yet), and today was the midway, fifth lesson.
One thing I learned from these five classes is, that it’s either an instant between aiming and shooting the arrow, or an eternity. There is no middle ground. Shooting with a single mind gave a better result than taking my time to aim, which immediately led me to observe the surroundings, my shaking arm, the tension of the bow, the numbing of my fingers, and, of course, anything and everything else.
Except for the aim.
But, at those times when I shot almost immediately, I could already feel my focus getting centralized — There was only my target. Everything else blurred into obscurity.
Now that I think about it, isn’t writing also a form of focus? Except, this one involves the opposite strategy, the one where we let an enormous number of thoughts run, keeping an eye for the one coherent strand, that which becomes a string of words, prose, or poetry.
Curious thing, yeah?
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