she leaves behind tiny sketches on the glassy surface
each new move cutting a path in the layer of not-quite-yet-frozen water.
she is pioneering, forging,
glowing with joy
etching a way into her own heart.
she is making figure eights across the ice.
she is drawing
her own story
in sharp turns and
this is her passion—she belongs
on this surface
narrating her story as a graceful
of the ice.
a figure skater.
with glittering blades under her feet,
and Tara Lipinski in her head.
her heart soars wildly
her blood bubbles with exhilarating adrenaline
yet her body is fluid
be spontaneous, her voice whispers
create with your energy.
she is improvising, inventing, investing, inspiring,
with open arms she hugs the wind