The hand remembers
What the blade can do.
But the body remembers 
What the hands can do. 

I am ronin.
Cut loose from purpose
And payroll alike.
Arms at my side. 

Outside the gates,
Workless, wandering,
Overly skilled and
Unrewarded for now.

Mornings arrive
Without instruction.
Loose is my time,
My unsheathed cold steel.