Lacing my skates after walking two miles in girl-strictured delight Mom's stories of Sonja Henie-- No, not ever
Lacing my skates with snow-ball pompoms felt skirt and nylon tights Cute little hat with matching scarf My thighs and fingers already freezing icy burn from miles on foot
to get there the lake where--
I must get out I must get OUT!
Knowing what to expect from my body the quick-twitch of muscle Could always sense specific-- gravity of water at 22 degrees
Desiring to feel the motion between ice and steel Read speed's vibrations through my body The brain registers relation to weather's effect Tell of velocity possibility of fall Feel the slash of the blades beneath me Throw my weight sideways, sudden to hear that furious hiss An object in motion tending, dire to stay in motion
Threatening to stay there always in its heights-- of speed away--
from the crowds of skaters swirling distant in the lights
Seeking instead the farthest reaches of Porter Lake speed and speed and more to overcome inertia of what it is to become undone
at the outer edges, of humanity A force centrifugal unto myself
Pregnant and slow with years and babes....
The best must be broken and tamed of what it takes to stay free
catching the edges with every stride catching my toe in the quick 180 spray of frost to the sudden still
Listen to the frigid chill
and the heave of my breath tumbling into evidence
on, into darkness of woods on frozen water
The wildness of it all
So infatuated with flight so full of grace
I forgot Sonja
The moon rose from her seat in the treetops and applauded
Wrote this immediately from a dream a couple months ago. With all the heat and humidity, it sounded good to go today.
This dream was an actual relived memory of being 12 years old and skating at Porter Lake in Forest Park of Springfield, Massachusetts. 22 degrees F is minus 5.5 C --Just a reference