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.