It doesn't happen very often
just me alone on virgin ice
no fracas of family
no competitive hockey steam
just me sneaking down the hill.
My breath sings, black ice keeps the beat, birches clap, echoes of the outside world make their way through the marsh
as I skate fast my reward for a clean pantry, stamped thank you notes, all that peppermint bark, cause that's how I work
a twirl, a trick learned long ago, on one foot back arched hands up in offering
I am Nureyev
I am one million views on You-tube
I am undeniable.
And now my secret is out.
Wishing a Happy New Year and good ice to all!