Caught in tranquil motion I turn floating on the glittering earth.
Two sticks strapped to my feet, extensions of my body, rhythmically carve through snow.
Meditation in motion. Peaceful flakes kiss my cheeks gently reminding me of the harshness of my mother who allows me to use her as my playground.
1 comment:
YEAH!!! Great poem! I love the snow and the earth and skiing! The way you have shown the relationship/connection between the skier and the earth is wonderful! It is great to check out you blog every few days and have something new to read, thanks for updating often. Take care of yourself.
much love,
adam
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