To Yu

Wearing a blindfold, I can strip down
and reassemble an assault rifle
in under three minutes. From 300
metres I can shatter an apple
into enough pieces to make
William Tell blush. I’d back myself
in a knife fight or fist fight, know
when to step forward and when
to stand firm. I’ve been shot at,
been a shooter and fought
to the death–yet, here I sit,
armed with a pen, unsure how
best to say Happy Birthday
to a friend I’ve never met
in a land far away.

– for Sarah

Ryan Stone