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?
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
I feel it
Creeping up
From behind
Feel it
Entering me
Affecting me
But in the mirror
The effects of time
Are too subtle
Too slow
They spread
Interact with the ripples of others
Creating interference
Patterns of confusion
They rise to become waves
Washing over the lives of others
Sometimes pummeling them
Like breakers on the shore
And I
I have run out of
Unsubtle intertwining alliterations
So I kick back
And enjoy this glorious moment
Saw blades
Of rock
And ice
Lifted into sky
Landing on an Island
Is always like
The quiet moment alone
In the living room
Just as the fridge turns off