February 12, 2010

I would never choose
a pastime that involves ice.
Hard, unforgiving stuff,
and, what’s more, cold.

She dances out there,
a swan among ravens,
flowing gracefully over ice
not quite as smooth as the glass
she imagines.

She imagines being Sasha Cohen,
even as girls in my generation
imagined being Michelle Kwan
beaming from the Kiss-and-Cry
as the judges unveil
their perfect sixes.

For the Weekend Wordsmith – Skates