Already posted before, but yesterday's news of the young US skater winning the gold reminded me of this.
Skating on the frozen stream
on this leaden winter's day.
Under clouded heights, over shrouded depths
Flowing over (f)rigidity
Flying on the station-airy
presently.
With its relics of the journey
through the alluvial planes
and fertilized fields of warmer days
these water-ways
suspended
beneath my briefly wing-ed feet,
deftly scratching the surface.
I, right now
make the movement
I, right now
make the moment
I am
liquid
a figure 8
a lemniscate
a figure 8
Solitary, I dip and curve
looping
Forward, backward
(side-to-side and back again)
I trip, and fall,
and rise again,
doubled.
Whorled
and whirling
on a crystal aspect of the deep
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