Snowboarding

Winter slips past on either side

As board caresses the snow

Sliding faster and faster

And the mountain is so new

And I am afraid against my will.

Lots of little crashes are fine

But a big crash could snap my wrists

twist my ankles bash my skull

Render me motionless for some time.

And yet, I do not slow.

I dig my edges into white powder skin

Sailing to the left and to the right

On gentle slopes that become more familiar day by day

And promise to place no tree in my path,

No precipice, no yeti,

And so I do not check my speed

Because I have seen the mountain's heart

Through her deep granite eyes

And trust in her natural love,

In our ancient infant connection,

In the gravity that attracts us

And the covalent desire that keeps us close.