Arrow Prayer

With my eyes fixed on the finish line
	I crouch in the starting blocks.
I breathe deeply once, then wind
	the inner spring tightly.
I flex and relax in quick restless ripples.
I am an arrow, I tell myself.
My bow is drawn.

Dear Archer,
	point me where you will.
I will give myself to the arc you choose for me.
I will not worry about the trajectory.
I will fly from you,
	not needing to know.
I will be the best, the fastest, the smoothest,
	the willingest arrow.

Just one thing, please:
	Talk to me, Archer.
	Fletcher, talk to me.
Let me know that I cannot leave you really.

I will fly from you, and to you.
You will choose my trajectory, and be my trajectory.
Let's go, Master.
I'm ready.

On your mark.
Get set.