Ice Skating on Thursday Night

Though we may strain and dream with all our might

Each inspiration takes us by surprise:

I came to skate with friends that frigid night

But such a noble art ensnared my eyes.

While many round that glassy rink could glide,

As always proves, one shone above the rest:

On land, no grace nor elegance of stride;

On ice, exemplar, artist, grace expressed.

Just half an hour, I skate and watch her fly.

A leap, kick, jump to expert triple turn

Draws great applause; from me, an envious sigh:

Such art, I know, takes time, care, and concern.

She told me that she worked for fifteen years;

Showed me the artist always perseveres.