I stand at the top of the world
Looking down
I lean forward and let go.

boards strapped to my feet big ungainly boots
hold me in place as gravity drags me down
the slope

I lose myself in the speed
Falling down
I curse the reckless snowboarder.

boards stuck useless under thin layer of ice my head
downhill my poles uphill this is what we called a
yard sale

I collect myself and my equipment.
Proceeding down
The mountain, my friend and enemy.

faster faster jump over the bumps hidden in the snow
the tiny inconsistencies that will wipe you out unless you
go over

I take a sharp turn, avoid the double diamond
Continue down
In a controlled, stylish fall to the lift.

take me back up the mountain let me rise back up
to the top of the world just so I can surrender to
gravity.