Sometimes the ice
on the frozen pond
Glistens like a soul
in state of grace.
I turn and think
of the fragility of life
Of how tenuous is our grip.
On all those we love and cherish.
I see the skaters swirl
on the ice creating
beautiful shapes.
And I fill with envy
For the beauty and carefree
solace they find.
And wonder how they could
Dance so joyfully
Over the thin ice
of the ponds
dangerous  frozen world.