to the schuss

cold crisp air,
sliding in the queue,
waiting in contemplation…

chairs moving round,
rat-a-tat-tat, step by
stepping ahead…

slow shuffled movement,
chatter amongst fellow souls,
our turn now…

to the spot,
awaiting a liberating force,
up, up and away…

climbing higher,
up higher still,
so much more left…

flakes falling onto,
cheeks and eyelashes,
eventual wetness…

gazing down beneath
buckled feet, yodels
echo below…

occasional trees graze
boards, whisking up again,
silently into night…

anticipation stirs,
flutterbys float within,
inching forward..

opening up, free
to creep closer, over
the edge and beyond…

first one, then the
other, atop of the world
flying back down…


tundra trudging

Winds and snow and bitter chill outside
pull the hood tight, find a shelter and light a twig

Peeking out, the wind squalls, inhale deep
change course and double back, wind behind

Duck into another doorway, this one says Come In
finish another drag, discard before entry

Turn the knob, creaky door blows open
enter, turn, push it closed behind.

A room full of souls gather round
a fire warming faces talking, shouting, singing

Approached once, left side touched
offers of service, food or drink all declined

Saying warmth is needed, wonder of hearth
sitting huddled a cup appears, warm tidings within

Smile appreciation and acceptance of freely given
now heated inside and out, settle a moment more

Rising, looking round, smile and nod
exit door in the wall and proceed to arctic again

Wind and snow and bitted chill outside
pull the hood tight, find a shelter and light a twig…