weird archery exercise
we twist our fingers together,
paired and partnered off,
and i look at her
she looks scared.
she shouldn't be,
but this is nerve-wracking
we're only going to do this for one round.
and then it's back to the usual twang and tug
of our own bowstrings under raw fingers
i take her bow, its weight unfamiliar in my hands,
because i'm used to an 18-pound draw,
and this is a 15, 14, at most
it bends unnaturally in my hands,
draws easily and gives way as i try to shoot
and the sight's all out of whack,
as the wooden limbs of the bow curve towards me
and i take a deep breath
the arrow hits the target,
right on the corner of the paper.
next to me, my friend struggles to draw.
her arms are stick-thin,
and she's used to adjusting her anchor point before shooting
but she can't do that with my bow -
it's tense and you have to follow through
her arrow embeds itself in the farthest ring of white.
i breathe out.
Rabbit Shake turns to me,
nervous smile on her lips,
and i hand her bow back.
she does the same.
we are unnerved,
shifted out of place by the change,
but it will be alright.
our draws are familiar this time.