Figure Skating

Figure skating is like flying through the air like an eagle, with the wind blowing gently in my face
I bend my knees, and bounce up, twisting in the air making many revolutions and finally, landing gracefully,
on my razor-sharp toe picks I think about holding tight with my muscles,
and landing on my toes, not letting go of my equilibrium and plunging, hopelessly, on the hard ice
I love to skate, it always gets more,
and more,
challenging, new spins, new jumps, new moves
Alas, when the clock points to the time, the end of the skating session my thoughts are interrupted,
and the real world slowly swarms around me, again
I take out my towel carefully dry my snow-white boots, and sharp metal blades, so they don't rust,
close my skatin bag, and amble off,
into the gleaming horizon of the future


Jessie Koljonen-
jlkoljonen@cox.net

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