Sniper

Sniper

 

From his faraway perch he has us

In his sights. It’s not that personal,
Just necessary. His adeptness
Beyond question, outside the circle

 

Of mankind’s dire plight, those everyday
Comings and goings. He moves, adjusts
For the earth’s curvature, the byplay
That wind brings, the nudges, the rude thrusts.

 

Within our tightened tolerances
Our senses see the threat, the danger
Built in, essential circumstances
Seeking resolution, a major

 

Change of outlook. The waiting alone

Immobilizes. Grandeur begets bravery,
Vouchsafes directions to the unknown.
The sniper checks his trajectory.

*First published in Wilderness House Literary Review