A child's laugh

Skied today
After three years
The prospect of the green hill comforting
Routine of the ticket wicket
boots bindings and poles
A pleasantly familiar liturgy
Skating to the lift
A challenge
Obviously tune the skiis
Or maybe me
Riding single up the double chair
Thoughtful quiet anxiety
The familiar vista
Of corduroy trails
Dismounting with effort
Poles on wrists
Snow plow to the trail head
The helmet a new dimension
A concession to the stroke and cumiden
The snowplough gives way to parallels
The pole plant unconscious
The rhythm apparent but elusive
The groove is tough to find
Too much thought
Stop the brain thing
Feel the snow
The groove is back with a child's laugh
The dance begins once more
The music plays
I'm in perfect sync
All too soon
The run is over
The chair beckons
This time the blue
I'm back and it feels so good

Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-01-14 at 12:52

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done. You'll be sore tomorrow.

Nancy Sikora
"Stop the brain thing... feel the snow." Ah, that's what skiing is about, the almost trance-like state you enter when you empty your mind and carve endless perfect turns down the "groomers."

Moguls... now that's a different animal entirely.

Every line communicates how it "feels so good". Wonderfully descriptive not so much of the external scene but the internal one, where the physical and the emotional come together in a kind of rapture that is understated yet more powerful for that.

This makes me so happy, I felt it. Happy for you, happy that it came back, happy that you wrote of it.