Gliding along the reach of all her
renditions;
The expanse of ice forming all plausible
ambitions.
Her stream of art sweeps across the
glistened mirrors
With nothing but a smile - to mask her
terrors.
With a whisk and a spin, she laps along
the ledges
And then, pivots suddenly to keep
centered on her edges.
The translucent scene a dream of Elysian
fields
Where range and destiny are resplendent
in good feels.
Turning and spinning; sweeping, leaping,
and yearning
– yearning…
Riding along; time and place note a fracture;
an unevenness.
No angst; a minor bump or two; mere tests
of cleverness.
Skate on skater! – Skate on! The forming clouds shall pass - too?
Those gossamer cloudscapes will move on; will
it not be so?
Oh! the promise, in the long horizon, has
refuted its vision; denied claim?
A gray cast has crept in and befallen the
eye; driven by a name.
The days of yore (no longer clear) a hazy
sense; muted by mist
That portends that the blue-skies will be
set to a dark twist –
Turning and spinning; sweeping, leaping,
and yearning
– yearning…
The once smooth surface and glide; a treacherous
scrum.
The fall, a precipitous disengagement from
hand and anchor
As life’s pillars and pedestals cascade by
- in bewildering abhor.
Ropes and clamps and ties plummet down
the fracture’s face.
Racing thoughts and notes of the whyfor -
fly off without trace.
Scattering about like small birds fleeing
the hawk’s breath;
The weightless fall a dizzying tumble to a
certain death.
Turning and spinning; sweeping, leaping,
and yearning
– yearning…
The sloping surface, smooth as glass,
without a hold to keep;
He grasps; grappling, clenching at
survival he reaches his deep.
Ah a fracture! A break found to stop and
hold from the perilous descension.
Now a breath; a long respite and contemplation
to seek redemption.
The trek back will neither be a climb nor
be a return - but be whatever is forth.
Gliding is no longer expected nor even possible
– simply follow north.
Whoever makes it back at the campfire –
they are survivors; friends
Who seek test and pursue life-quests to
the very ends.
Turning and spinning; sweeping, leaping,
and yearning
– always, yearning…
