Musings #11
SKATING LESSON
Silk slides on skin, sleeves billow,
the air stands still.
It is we who are moving,
struck mirrored pose lengthened
in line and time
as blades cut through ice.
I always thought balance
was about the center of things.
Not so.
It is holding the sharp edge,
the inner and the outer,
leaning into the turn’s curve,
the risk of each other.