One foot in front of the other?
If so, then sliding, gliding,
On skis across sunlit snow.
One thing at a time?
Then this moment cries go,
Toward trees fringing the rim,
Of ancient crater, once volcano,
Expansive brim of whiteness,
Cradling sword brightness of sky,
Making our own slim tracks,
Who could possibly deny,
That life aches to live us,
To the fullest we can allow,
To give us slopes, deep drifts,
Balance, hopes to follow,
Interims on fallen logs,
Friends to hug like a koala,
Leaps alone and together,
Enter into bones, cloud and stone.
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