iceskating

Gliding with gentle strokes,

Slowly in a circle

Then again and faster,

Lower,

Faster,

Lower,

Cutting through the ice

With elegant silver wings.

Freedom,

Flying with freedom.

Soul and wings take over,

The rest relaxes:

You’re In your own world

And it’s okay.

It’s safe,

You can be daring.

Cross one foot

Over the other,

Reverse,

Reverse,

And glide.

Left leg up

Like Odette

In Swan Lake.

Circle into

A sweet ending:

Fold into

Your wings

And rest in

the strange

security of the ice.

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