nightskiing

green wilderness lucid and sunny
land under the polar spell
frozen winter twenty below zero
and the heart will mend beneath
the sheet of ice, a mirror of sky
which pulls me forward
crisscrossing across the snow
lit by slivered moonlight
the valley is cool,
metalic blue fading
into rust and orange,
tracing the shimmering phantom
singed tangerine the sky explodes
with fire for a second,
again a crystaline sliver of moon
and yesturday I was at my weakest
my powers almost failed
reclusive, i could not navigate
someone clipped my whiskers
my body was afflicted with pain

i cross the trails skating and striding
across the wooded slopes, traversing the
hillside, crossing through
the blurr of blue and ice
the body whispers across the earth
leaving an endless arrow
a furrow pointing out stellar north
the v-like dance thrust forwards
easily gliding into the wind
a frosty mask clings to my beard
snorts of steam burst from my lungs
rhythmical and stout locomotive
carving a blind turn,
tracing the slope in darkness
twilight clings to the slick surface
lurching my surging body forward
image of an arctic hunter
or nordic god on ski's