The Dance of Life

skater youngGliding, flowing, streaming
across the surface,
without effort
without care
without fear,
she slides along.

The ice is slick,
but, on razor’s edge,
she is balanced and strong.
Her blade is firm,
posture sturdy,
confidence in full bloom.

Leaping, landing,
forward and backing,
running, jumping,
dancing and whirling,
spinning, stopping,
pure delight.

skating pairsShall we dance? says another,
gliding in, offering his hand.
She, unsure, at once unsteady,
falls in line, takes hold of hand.

Feet to feet and twist to twist,
the two make way across the ice,
yes to yes,
and no to no,
cheek to cheek,
and toe to toe.

Embracing, spinning, pure delight.
Leaning outward, daisy blossom,
coiling inward, serpent strike.
Oh how fragrant,
Oh how deadly.

skate pair close

Yet they turn with smooth precision,
No mistaking the dance of life.

About wlebolt

Life comes at you fast. I like to catch it and toss it back. Or toss it up to see where it lands. I do my best thinking when I'm moving. And my best writing when I am tapping my foot to a beat no one else hears. Kinesthetic to the core.

Posted on November 30, 2015, in art, Body, In Action, Life, poetry, Sports and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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