Conversational skating
In company I’m a skater
I skim acres of conversational ice
Performing tricks, executing fancy figures
until everyone, including me
(I have to confess),
starts applauding.
please don’t judge me
we all skate if we can
In solitude I never skate
In solitude
The ice melts and then
I feel the results of skating
As I dive, and dream of diving
And, though the water is cold
and there is a chance of drowning,
I avoid the surface
Of things
Skating – I’ve found -
Always means suffering.
In the end.