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.