Gliding with gentle strokes,

Slowly in a circle

Then again and faster,




Cutting through the ice

With elegant silver wings.


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,



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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