The most spectacular thing
About this glorious planet
Is the sky
How often
Do I forget
To look?
How often
Have I seen it first
In the photograph?
But the arc of a ski
Carving its perfect turn
As the skier masters the snow
But way up high
Where mountains pierce the sky
Winter lingers still
A roadtrip is best
Without clear destination
Without a timeline
I take a deep breath
Refuse to let this moment pass
Without the appreciation
Every moment deserves
I discover
What I could never
Imagine
No, the words are there
They are always there
But I cannot hear them
Cannot see them
And so the world seems grey
Sounds like white noise
The guileless hum
Of a refrigerator
